You are my gift, dear poem,
you are like my breath; you wake me,
and sing me to sleep.
You are my gift, dear poetry,
you are like my life’s blood; you energize me
and carry me on.
You are my gift, dear writing,
you are like my body; you move me
and support my soul.
You are my gift, dear Giver of gifts,
you are the Poet; you create
and you keep on creating.
Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart 