Finding My Gift Poem by Robert Stoddard

I'm a peculiar boy, who's not like the rest.
Empowered by valor, but still never the best.
One omnipotent goal sources all of my will.
'To provide for a family whom my heart can fill.'
If I could battle my heart, and teach it to bow,
a pearl to my soul, he will surely endow.
A rift disperses me from that glorious gift,
as through mighty multitudes I linger and sift.
Eagerly searching, but anxiously trying.
Faithfully aiming, but hopelessly dying.
Yet all that I've found has felt like a torch.
Perhaps what I search lies within this porch.

Across the way is something bright,
whose beauty fully illuminates the night.
Her mind seems kind, her face is fair.
Seasonlessly showing sweet and soft glowing hair.
Where within her smile dwells a wonderful heart.
Maybe she'd love me if I could be smart.
As I gaze across this vast equity gap.
My eyes feel awakened from an everlasting nap.
Yet, my heart sinks, for I know I am poor.
I know to her, I am simply nothing more.
Still, all I have I am willing to give,
as alms to my God, so I will joyfully live.