He That Gives
As I awoke rancorously
Welcoming the first sprinkling of sunlight
Paying attention to the dusk in the skylines
The chirrup of the feathered creatures
An a cappella to my ears
I emit deeply from my lungs
Amenable to a new day.
Give me a moment to pay allegiance
To the one that gives
Life is a gift I heard
And I ask
If life is truly a gift
A gift, given unconditionally
Without any expectation
Why then do you require appreciation
If life is truly a gift
What then is the big idea
for which we are here
If life is truly a gift
Why then do we need to aggrandize He that gives?
If life is truly a gift
Why then do we have to obey the bidding of He that gives
If life is truly a gift
Why are we expected to love our neighbors
as ourselves.
If life truly is a gift
From He that gives
Aren't we a reflection of He that gives?
Man gifts
Permeated with motives
Brimming over with expectations
The reflection of He that gives
Why then do we claim to give gifts.
Without expectations.
Copyright © Madumere Chidiadi | Year Posted 2013
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