Poem: God's Gift

Sunrise and sunset,
time is a gift
that one rarely appreciates
until it is too late.

No service is done
by our headlong rush,
For God's gift of beauty
shall we likely miss.

Every breath is a gift,
A gift of life, of moments,
For who knows
when the journey's end.

Looking without,
searching within,
To seek the Truth,
A precious gift
for those with understanding.

The ultimate prize,
so illusive is it,
that rarely we attain,
God's gift of peace.