The Breath Comes From God…. Poem by MBJ Pancras

I can play music….
The music I play is mine….
My music soothes everyone's heart,
Especially the heart which is down.
My music comes from within,
And it's my creation.

I can write poetry….
The poetry I write is mine….
My poetry holds everyone's heart,
Especially the heart which is depressed.
My poetry is born of my heart,
And it's my creation.

I can dance well….
The dance I perform is mine….
My dance grasps everyone's attention,
Especially the audience who are in forefront.
My dance is born of my steps,
And it's my creation.

I can act well….
The action I do is mine….
My performing drives everyone's sense,
Especially the sense of emotions.
My performance is of my birth,
And it's my creation.

I can sing well….
The songs I sing are mine….
My voice soothes everyone's mood,
Especially the mood of depression.
My voice is of my birth,
And it's my creation.

I can play….
The sports I play are mine….
My sports thrill everyone's mind,
Especially the mind of adventures.
My sports are of my efforts,
And it's my creation.


I can soar high….
When I soar I send rockets….
The rockets I launch keep everyone in awe,
Especially the one who competes with me.
My rockets are of my knowledge,
And it's my diligence.


I can teach well….
What I teach my students inspires them,
Especially those who hang on my lips.
My teaching is of my experience,
And it's my devotion.

I can learn well….
When I learn I surpass my competitors,
Especially those challenge me often.
My learning is my hard work,
And it's my meticulousness.

I can paint well….
What I paint brings rainbow to everyone's eyes,
Especially those eyes of creativity.
My paintings are of my creativity,
And it's my inborn trait.


I can drive well….
When I drive I thrill everyone,
Especially who looks at my skill in awe.
My skill in driving is of my speciality,
And it's my regular practice.

I look beautiful….
My beauty charms the beauty admirers,
Especially who search beauty in the world.
My beauty is of great admiration,
And I am proud I'm beautiful.

I am glamorous….
My glamour catches the hungry eyes,
Especially whose eyes are craving.
My glamour is my specialty,
And I am proud I am glamorous.


I am a millionaire….
My money can buy anything I like,
I can rule the world.
My money is no one's money,
For I have the money in my name.

They are special, they say….
But why they are special, No one knows,
And they all forget the truth,
That what they all possess
Is of God's Breath sent forth into man.


If everything is common, there won't be disparity,
But man's ‘special' thought hath brought differences,
And so there existed ‘rich' and ‘poor';
Balcony and ‘thatched' sheds;
Power and powerless; garbs and rags;
Gluttony and starvation; heartfelt and heartless;
Good and bad; fertility and barrenness;
And humane and inhumane.


Mankind's stay is temporal and uncertain,
So let's all know the God's Breath sustains mankind on earth.