The Gift Was Given To Me


The Gift was given to me
and new worlds within
could be found and made
again and again-

If I wanted the Stars in my words
They would play their Light for me-
If I wanted Darkness
Heavens and Hells have their loss in long songs-

I knew I could write and write
many imaginary and many real things-

But what did it all mean?

I was only one more soul
in a universe where God
has given many many words
amd many many gifts
many clearly greater than mine-

What are all my searchings and singings
for Beauty and Love and Goodness
If God does not need them?

I was given a gift
and it may be I am mocked for my gift-

So I write these words too in fear, in gratitude, in irony.

by Shalom Freedman

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.