Gifts

I knew nothing of the gifts I had
When I was very young
Older and wiser now understanding
The empathy, compassion and calm
That fills my life with wonder and great joy

To heal a mind troubled and alone
Knowing that mind when it is whole
There still is mystery in my soul as each
New gift takes flight, but I will still remember
When I was very young and did not know my way

©  Ceol, Urban Poet

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One Response to “Gifts”

  • Coastpoet Says:
    March 4th, 2010 at 8:11 am

    ‘Gifts’ is a poem that draws me to its very nature…it is a writing that is deeply touching…it speaks of the gifted person you are and the enticing mystery that accompanies the realization of your life moment and experience…in your lines you reflect to a time long before the gifts you have came forth to the wonderful reality they are…this is indeed a fine expression…in this poem I see the Ceol I know…I also see myself as I was and as I have come to be…thank you for sharing your gift with me…there is nothing greater.

    Coastpoet

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