Three gifts which make us equal
Some more or less or different; yet part of our sequel
A valid premise; we are all one; human people.
Each gift appears to be separate yet trom the same vine
A seed must be planted for a given amont of time
The harvest of any blessing is a holy sign.
One gift a mirror of an image created for man
A presentation before earthly time began
The human mind may know; but not ready to understand.
The mind receptive and unique for each earthly view
Filled with choices, a spiritual soul and a conscience too
Every thoughful word and action at our final review.
All gifts given to yours and mine
Images to encircle the thread of universal time
Energy the creator's voice; will eventually entwine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aho is a step ahead of the restlessness, discontent anf fear most of us suffer blindly from. Thanks for the slower pace and the broader view. Nothing to do but BE. Right on.