05 September 2009

The Gift

Life hands me gifts each day
Gifts I recognize and gifts I don't
Gifts of love, joy and peace
Gifts of longing, pain, and even grief

Each shapes me, each changes me
Appreciating each day here more
The humming of my humility and
The buzzing of my thankfulness

Is this what the prophets attempt
Am I listening for the right thing
As I travel through each day
I choose to listen for love

5 comments:

zzeed said...

a gift of life... shouldn't waste it.

Shea said...

very beautiful, and true

Robin said...

Beautiful...
"Each shapes me, each changes me"
This is so true.

Poetic Shutterbug said...

Erik, the last two lines say it all.

As I travel through each day
I choose to listen for love

Using these lines as affirmations could make the world a much better place. Love your writings and blog. Thanks for visiting mine.

Erik said...

zzeed,
Agreed.

Shea,
I like this version of beauty and truth.

Robin,
I really like your latest post (repost).

Shutterbug,

I agree. May we all learn to listen for love. Thanks for visiting me too.