It Poem by Justin Reamer

It



It is something we feel within our souls,
Something we feel inside ourselves,
And let it out into whatever form it may take.
It is something special,
Something that defines us,
Something that makes us who we are.
What is it?

It can take on many forms,
Can take on many aspects of life,
Anything we hold dear to us.
It is the gifts we possess,
And how they are expressed
In our everyday lives.

It can be a gift of the arts,
Where artists paint pictures,
Of the vibrant reality of life;
Sculptors sculpt sculptures,
Of imagination or tales from long ago,
Or of even reality;
Actors play the strong male hero,
With all his bravery and all his cunning,
And his smarts and will to succeed,
And actresses play the shrewd, independent female role,
Where she makes her own decisions,
And is willing to help others through their problems
As she is also able to get herself through hers;
Musicians play in an orchestra,
Where a composition is played that illuminates the entire room,
Giving a feeling of harmony or conflict,
Through what may sound euphonious or cacophonous,
And the dissonance that may make one shake,
And the suspension resolution that makes the ease come back,
And the harmony is back;
Where writers and poets write the greatest pieces of literature,
Which describe the harsh realities of life,
And how our world works,
And the ways we deal with it;
It is the gifts in the arts and every artist with it.

It is the gift of athletics,
Where gymnasts move through the air
With a single bound,
Where soccer athletes shoot the scoring goal,
Where basketball players make the ultimate slam dunk,
Where a quarterback in football throws a good pass,
And releases it before the lineman tackles him,
Where dodge ball players throw the ultimate hit,
Where a batter hits a grand slam home run,
Where runners sprint for the finish line,
Where golfers hit a hole-in-one,
Where swimmers race to beat the clock,
Where Lance Armstrong raced for the championship
Of the Tour de France,
Where tennis players hit the ultimate serve,
Where volleyball players spike to score,
Where divers do their flips and spins
During their long, synchronised
High Dive,
Where fencers go in for a thrust to win their game;
It can be the gift of athletics.

It can be the gift of knowledge,
Where scientists explain what happens during experiments,
Where archaeologists make discoveries about primitive peoples,
Where anthropologists study societies,
Where biologists make the latest discoveries in life,
Where geneticists make more discoveries about the Human Genome,
Where astronomers discover something grand about the universe,
Where philosophers contemplate the meaning of life,
Where physiologists study the human body and make discoveries,
Where psychologists make the latest discoveries about the human mind,
Where physicists understand the laws of friction and gravity,
Where chemists understand the reactions that atoms make on a subatomic level,
Where zoologists study the behaviour of animals and their relation to their environment,
Where botanists understand what plants do for their environment,
Where microbiologists understand the behaviours of bacteria, fungi, and protists,
Where sociologists study the findings they have in society,
Where mythologists understand the religions of the Old World,
Where geologists find discoveries about the Earth's origins,
Where astrophysicists understand the physics of space,
And where people better understand the science of everything.
It can be the gift of science and knowledge.

It can also be the gift of relationships,
The way we react with people,
The way we influence people,
The way we help people,
The way we treat our friends and family,
And the way we feel about humanity,
And our ability to make new friends.
It can be our extroversion,
Or our introversion.
It can be our interactions with society.

It can also be the gift of knowing thyself,
In the way of knowing your thoughts,
Knowing your identity,
Knowing your strengths,
Knowing your weaknesses,
Knowing your hobbies,
Knowing what you are capable of,
Knowing your dreams,
And knowing the realism of reaching them,
Knowing your calling,
And knowing what you can be.
It is the gift of knowing thyself, also.

It can also come through problem solving,
Through mathematical skills,
Linguistic skills,
And everything else there is.

It is the gifts we have,
Which God gave us from when we were born;
Though what is most important is
How we use our gifts,
And how we use them for other people.
We can use it for good
Or for bad,
And we still would not reach the point,
For it depends on how we use them,
And if we use them for good or for evil,
That is what it is all about.

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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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