God Bless the Givers

He touches me so gracefully, like a feather Floating past, toward the ground it glides Drifting with a breathe of Spring that flows Caressing the earth with moisture that works To bring the seeds to produce those flowers Inspirations of hope to color our world in Hues of soft golds, passionate crimson and Azure blues with some shimmering purples Melancholy that whispers truth to the heart Who listens with a sense of tender attention To details of joy, faith and love that remind We have this moment to give from the heart All that we can give, unconditionally and with A sense of pure acceptance of the One who Makes giving seem less tedious and more like A gift that we’ve been given from His spirit! God bless the givers! Received a NA on 9/22/20 in Brian Strands Contest #14 This is entered now into NA RERUN 11 Poetry Contest Sponsored by John Hamilton Today's Date is September 29, 2020