Gift

 Every day is a gift we  live.

Our lives mere coffers to hold these gifts.
Some are large and some are small,
But blessed we are all.


When  our coffers are  to the brim,
And no more gifts can we receive ,
Then full our lives will be
With all the blessings  received .


So let us    enjoy the gifts of life
And fulfill  the purpose that is ours to give.
Whether  we shall be or not be
Let it be the Almight's worry .

The Leaf

 

I am rolling in lullness.

There's a stillness around.
Now and then a soft breeze blows ,
And  I  flutter  in and out.
In that bare autumn tree
I am one of those leaves,
Refusing to fall.
Holding on strong.
My aging yellowness
Makes me stand out.
Though I am not  supple and green anymore,
I am rough, tough and  ,
crunchier than ever before.
I  will have to fall one day,
Melt into the earth or
Flutter away.
Till then I hold on strong
Daring the wind to make me fall.