Our Gift To God Poem by Tabitha Castillo

A calm wind’s gentle whisper on the dimmest seeming night -
A smile seeking stranger during an inner winless fight -
These are the ways my Lord speaks to me when I don’t think there’s a way -
When my whole Life’s left in peril and I can’t face another day.

For when the Earth seems it’s meanest and when Time seems to flee -
When the day is it’s darkest and when there is no “right place” to be –
When you hang your head shameful - As if pity is an Art -
That’s when you need to hand over everything and let God heal your Heart.

When I can’t look myself in the eye for all the times I dare –
When I think that Life would be more simple without my being there –
And when I can’t bring myself to believe the thought that He Loves me.
That’s when God open’s my eyes and allows me to see -

That we are all the paint brush in His mighty hand -
Meant to paint a picture of Mercy for all our fellow man.
Spreading imperfect kindness in an ever changing time –
No, we are not forsaken by this God of mine.

And so I end with saying, in words both tried and true –
In words that ring with Honesty to calm and comfort you.
A little single simple fact that many might find to be odd–
“What we are is God's gift to us - What we become is our gift to God.”