God Bless the Givers
He touches me so gracefully, like a feather
Floating past, toward the ground it glides
Drifting with a breathe of Spring that flows
Caressing the earth with moisture that works
To bring the seeds to produce those flowers
Inspirations of hope to color our world in
Hues of soft golds, passionate crimson and
Azure blues with some shimmering purples
Melancholy that whispers truth to the heart
Who listens with a sense of tender attention
To details of joy, faith and love that remind
We have this moment to give from the heart
All that we can give, unconditionally and with
A sense of pure acceptance of the One who
Makes giving seem less tedious and more like
A gift that we’ve been given from His spirit!
God bless the givers!
Received a NA on 9/22/20 in Brian Strands Contest #14
This is entered now into NA RERUN 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Today's Date is September 29, 2020
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