Gift Poem by Ernest Makuakua

Gift,
 
What else could be a gift than a gift?
i wish i could hold Gods hand and thank him for the gift.
Oh what a lovely Gift he gave... Us.
 
we humans thank gifts wrapped in paper by other humans but i guess its because we value and like what we see through a naked eye, i guess we be naked in our brains too for such get stolen by people, moths eat them, well some rot
 
gift
what is a gift to you?
Is it touchable
its treasurable
breakable does it have end.
Does it remain on earth
 
i have a gift
even if someone hurt me they can never have it.
No one can take it
no one will frame it simply because it was printed with my name on it be it knowledge my academic achievements
gift'
gift...
Gift?
Your gift was a painting picture, a television, a house, a car how much does it worth?

 You see
there's a gift without a trace
a gift you can never point
a gift you can never buy
open your hands
you wont see it
but its there
cut me into pieces you wont point it i say i am writing now yet you see this is a gift but can you point it gift

we have a gift and we all have it
how much do you give thanks for it?
Are words a gift?
which gift do you thank?
 
my gift is treasurable, unmeasurable
my gift is eternal
my gift is internal and external
my gift is life for without it i cant release these words
 
oh gift
gift
gift?
My gift is priceless and its words from God that came out of the Gift of LIFE! ...