For each gift that you make to a man's spirit,
Servant gift, not the kind that dishonor brings,
There's a peace that comes soft. (Can your ears hear it?)
And the heart of the man soon forgets its stings.
A first kiss from a girl that you really love,
Like a star that in falling comes home at last,
With a passion that witnesses truth thereof,
The feared slap in the face just a stale forecast.
Or the one who stands with you when all have left,
Unexpectedly present when future's die,
Putting hand on your shoulder when you're bereft,
Oh, the warmth that assures that this friend's no lie.
My mom's father just beamed when I'd work with him,
And fish too, when weather did not disabuse, (1)
With a stink bait that made catfish prospects grim
A male mentor whose love was not there to use.
A gift notebook just meant for new poetry,
That conveniently can stay close at hand,
Unexpected, but still quite a treat for me,
Home for poetic thoughts that arrive unplanned.
And a minister modeling God's caring, (2)
In the wake of Church Christmas (planned gifting) bomb,
Taught a boy (who got nothing) to love sharing,
Justice bifurcates, half is Dad, half is Mom.
All the accidents waiting, in fate hiding,
Those that never quite come to your threshold's door.
God's provision? His heart with mankind siding?
Your close calls alone - stains blood red mar the floor.
A sweet letter that comes from a love once lost
Can still channel cool water to desert's gate,
Makes a lie ‘must defend love at any cost, '
Shouts that ‘true love abounds if just people wait.'
Each small gift lifts subsistence to fine living,
Even though some will think it is really odd,
Good receivers (required to complete giving)
Are what give a gift life in the heart of God.
A gift note book and mom's father and his love and for each gift you make lovely life and life is a gift as well as. Wonderful composition.
Of all the gifts, that you have mentioned, I particularly love the following two, the one on the friend who extends his hand when all others desert ' The friend who stands by you when all have left, Unexpectedly present when futures fail, Puts his hand on your shoulder when you're bereft, Oh, the warmth that assures you that he'll not quail. Again the letter from the former lover with assurance of love at a time when all hopes were blotted out 'A sweet letter that comes from a love once lost Can still channel cool water to desert's gate, Makes a lie ‘must defend love at any cost, ' Shouts that ‘true love abounds if just people wait.' Enjoyed the poem altogether!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...........the best gift of all is love.....or love and friendship.....love the title and the poem....very nice....