My Gift from God

My Gift from God


Inspiration is the key
That unlocks a favored gift.

The package is external -
The wrapping - the body - itself a gift.

Nowhere at home, yet -
Home is everywhere.

Nothing to give -
Everything to share.

Sorrow for the lost -
Nevermore my responsibility.

The "yoke" is begone -
Setting me free.

Sunshine and rain unable to exist without the other -
Marks the existence between me and my brother.

Your life is rain, you say?
Joy for you!
For sunshine awaits at the end of your long day!

Basking in the sunshine of your own making?
You are in for a rude awakening . . .

I will not witness the storm wash you away -
For I will bask in God's given day.

How can I be sure of your life's weather?
I've endured my own storm - through ALL KINDS of weather.

Tears of saints on your head will be your rain -
Dried in God's sunshine - to shed them - never again.

So, go in your self-made sunshine -
The dark clouds approach your head;

I have seen your future -
And it is loaded with dread.

How do I know of this division of rift?
My gift is inspiration, brother -

Inspiration - The GIFT.