Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Recognized As The Gift It Is


When done.
And with an ease of it perceived,
Others may believe...
That a doing requires little or no effort.
When attempts they make,
Are half-hearted and faked.
When done.
With a hope someone offers assistance.

When done.
Many dismiss the discipline needed.
Others plagiarize as if no one suspects.
A few may try a sacrificing of their time.
But the one who originates with innovation,
Can not esacpe from a commitment made.
Or pray for a secret to be revealed,
To have one come when there 'is' none.

When done.
And with an ease of it perceived,
Only develops in time...
When within one's mind,
An increasing of belief becomes as effortless...
As the breath one breathes.
And is familiar as the life experienced to live,
To become recognized as the gift it is that comes.

Submitted: Friday, May 03, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 04, 2013

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