Priceless Treasures. Poem by Brett White

What is on my mind?

What priceless treasures

Could we, as Spiritual Beings,

Hold tightly to our Hearts,

In place of Materialistic Earthly,

Ephemeral Pleasures...

And instead Held:

God's Natural-Borne, Most Cherished

Of Arts:

A sunrise that never sets,

A Soul, a wrong forgotten, but a kindness

Whom never forgets,

And above all,

Summer, Winter, Spring, and my Favorite, Fall,

We esteemed with every Grateful breath,

Until our very death:

Boundless Altruism and Infinite Prayers.

Full of Forgiveness which never yields,

A Smile, quick to flash, and to my Beloved,

From Grey Days, Protects and Shields,

And... to be continued