ALL THESE GIFTS

ALL THESE GIFTS

All these gifts that come my way,
Like sunlight filling up the day.

The gift of quiet in the dawn,
The silver dewdrops on the lawn.

The oatmeal and the coffee strong,
The gentle vibe of morning’s song.

Work that nourishes the soul,
That fills the empty, gaping hole,
Of idle hours spent alone.

The gentle colleagues, smart and kind,
They cheer the heart and stretch the mind.

All these gifts that come my way
Like snowflakes on some winter’s day.

Each interaction so divine,
The intercourse with humankind.
Each soul a mystery to uncover,
Each so different from the other.

A blessed quilt of colors grand,
A rainbow sitting in my hand.

All these gifts that shimmer bright
And you beside me in the night.

Your kiss that sends me o’er the moon
Like some infectious righteous tune.

All these gifts so sweet and fine,
The gift of life, the gift of time.

They lend their magic to this life,
Cutting through the pain and strife.

And as the veil of evening falls,
These gifts I cherish one and all.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
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