Gifts Unearned
Michael Kroth • October 19, 2018
An Unexpected Poem On A Friday Morning
Gifts Unearned
Breath
And death
The ones
You left
A crush
A touch
A face
A flush
Birds
And words
Sounds
You heard
Apples
Chapels
Time to
Dabble
Smiles
Leaves piled
The emerald
Isle
Grace
And space
And holy
Place
Love
Sort of….
Well, yes
Of course of.
Your heart
That starts
What art
Imparts
Gifts unearned
For all concerned
O’erlooked too often
But rarely spurned.
~Michael Kroth
Here are some initial thoughts about elegance, nature, and depth; a poem about happiness; and even a haiku.
It takes just a second to break something. Restoring what was broken takes time.
Outcomes are not certain, though some are much more highly predictable than others.
Life is messy. We know that. But some people move through that mess with a surprising kind of grace.
“The poor in spirit are by no means poor-spirited. They are persons who see so much to be, so much to do, such limitless reaches to life and goodness that they are profoundly conscious of their insufficiency and incompleteness.” ~Rufus Jones, The Inner Life , p. 19
