Blessed are they awakening each day,
With a gratefulness and a wishful spirit...
To do for others and with God's assistance.
And not to find time to whine or complain...
But to forgive.
First themselves...
For any moments of selfishness felt,
Fed with a feeding on conceit and delusions.
With beliefs others were born...
To be at their disposal to serve them only.
And to discover after recovering from selfishness,
The doing of 'something' to be of service to others,
Does not mean to flaunt those 'things' God has given.
Since...
So many wish to have themselves exclusively depicted,
As Gifts with 'special' annointing.
We ALL are special and gifts of God.
Annointed with the 'light' of life to uplift humanity.
With a doing of any good deed done one can do for others,
To 'then' acknowledge a good deed done to do! That's it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good deeds, thanks, I like it.