The Gift

Written 10/14/05

You say, a Gift I give to you
It shines magnificent and new
Its mysteries you shall pursue
Until revealed

I take the object in my hand
I shake and tremble where I stand
But is it gold, or merely sand?
The heart's concealed

Within its darkness, light is found
And in ts silence, I hear sound
Thoughts both clever and profound
Are in its muse

It brings a smile to my face
But in my soul it takes the place
Of one more worthy of that space
And I must choose

So with a sigh I hand it back
And sorely feeling what I lack
I lumber slowly down the track
Of daily living

I know the Giver, fair and just,
Commends me for my act of trust
He will not let my treasure rust
Nor cease his giving.