Poem: The Gift

May this poem, set to music, give you a moment to pause, breathe, and reconnect to a deep well of gratitude as we remember that everything, absolutely everything, is a gift. Many thanks to Jason Shaw at Audionautix for the music.

Transcript

Here we walk as though we are the lords and masters of the earth,

Shrouded in a fog of forgetfulness,

Remembering not from where all things come.

Every delicate breath,

Each impossible sunrise and burning sunset,

Every blade of grass and every curve of every petal of every flower,

Have they not all been given by a generous and mysterious hand,

A gift?

And what of the air that fills our lungs,

The sustenance which pushes through soil or hangs like jewels from bushes and branches,

Has this not all been given too?

We could argue,

Maybe,

That there are things that we have created ourselves,

Things that were not given freely this way,

But from where did our ability to create come?

From where did the possibility for any of it come?

Finally,

As the light pours in,

We will find ourselves swept away by tears of gratitude as we stand and turn in circles,

Realising with heartbreaking clarity that everything,

Absolutely everything,

Is a gift.

Reviews

Such a wind and important reminder. Thank for sharing this and reading it with such positive intent.

Thank you! This filled my heart with gratitude. 🙏💝🌺

You are a gift! Thank you for the gift of your art.

A beautiful gift indeed! This poem makes me feel gratitude and at peace. Thank you 😌

Absolutely EVERYTHING is gift! Thank you for this beautiful reminder. ✨

This poem is a gift! Absolutely everything is a gift 💝 Ty!💫

Thank you so much Leah!
This was such a wonderful poem- you have the gift of writing :))

Sweet, thank you