The Gift

No thoughts in my mind
Just my eyes towards the sky
I watched as the hand of God swooped down towards me
A white billow moving with fluidity
Gently clasping souls of grace
Lifting them to an eternal resting place

Rays of angelic light pierced through his hand
Warming my face
Blessing every creature and blade of grass
Allowing all it touches to prosper and grow

The air making every breath I take
Feel just as
If not more fulfilling than the last

The wonderful gift that is Earth
Taken for granted everyday
Her mesmerizing wonders ignored

There is nothing more
Beautifully docile
and violent
Making me eternally grateful
For the gift that is today

And now where I stand
Barefoot in the dirt
The sounds of civilization
Have become nothing more
Than a nearly inaudible
Buzzing in my ear

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Tori Rose Smith.


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