Diane Lefebvre Poet Dramatic Verse

The Gift of Words

It’s said that God bestows on us, each and every soul,
A special gift just meant for us, to make our lifetime whole.
How often I have thought about what gift was to be mine.
I waited for His one bequest to make my earth years shine.
 
I've envied some their striking looks, their figures lean and spare.
(This gift from God not always used in unison with prayer.)
I watched the athlete nimbly scale to heights till now unclimbed.
While others scour the ocean floor: new life there, still to find.
 
I've closed my eyes and listened to the maestro's ebb and flow.
Was lifted up; my heart was stirred; my spirit touched my soul.
Then too there is the gift of song; a greater gift than gold.
Was I to have this blessed prize, what other need I hold?
 
But none of these He chose for me; not one did He bestow.
Instead perhaps the gift of words, shall serve me where I go.
For without words I could not write of wonders I have seen:
Could not return to times gone by, or capture fleeting dreams.
 
How, lacking words could I describe the sun upon of the sea:
A mountain pass, a lake of glass, the joy of being free?
Words serve to tell of all that’s good, as well as all that’s bad.
They make the beauty come alive and hurt us with what’s sad.
 
And when the years have passed on by and dust is what was me:
The gift of words, put down in verse, remain for all to see.
Thoughts penned in ink and left behind, let what ‘was me’ live on.
The gift of words will still be here when other gifts are gone.


© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

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Lindsay Laurie May 24, 2015 at 8:50 PM G'day Diane... this is a really beaut poem that describes possibly more than ninety-nine per cent of humanity, until you describe your special talent of leaving behind your gift of words. Very good Diane - Lindsay Diane Lefebvre May 26, 2015 at 6:32 PM Not just my gift, Lindsay. I am grateful to share with many more of you, some that's gift is far greater than mine. Just happy to have been given the small amount I have. Best yo you. Diane L.

Nandita Das May 21, 2015 at 1:29 AM I adore this lovely write. A favorite. 7 Diane Lefebvre May 22, 2015 at 6:51 AM Thank you for your lovely and positive response Nandita. Best regards, Diane L.

Afolabi Muideen May 21, 2015 at 1:02 AM A wonderful write from a genius poet,what an uplifting poem......excellent write Diane, I enjoy reading your poem and I am so glad to dropped by to read an interesting poem of yours.......... Thank you for shared it....................);Afolabi. Diane Lefebvre May 22, 2015 at 2:44 PM Thank you so much for your high praise Afolabi. It is very much appreciated. I only hope that no one would misconstrue my meaning and think in writing 'The Gift Of Words' that I would think my talents above others. There are many out there with the same of even more or a gift than mine. I think we are all very fortunate to be so blessed. Warm regards, Diane L.

Justin Worthy May 20, 2015 at 8:45 PM A very uplifting poem... Thanks for sharing :) Diane Lefebvre May 22, 2015 at 2:45 PM And in turn, Justin . . Thank you so much for taking the time to both read and comment on it! Best regards, Diane L.

Kim Merryman May 20, 2015 at 8:27 PM I really like this, Diane! Great rhyme and flow! Very inspiring! Love, Kim Diane Lefebvre May 22, 2015 at 2:47 PM I is so nice of you to comment in the positive on this piece of work, Kim. Sincerely appreciated that you would both read and then respond. Thank you so much. Best thoughts, Diane L.