The gift of life I should embrace,

As illness stares me in the face.

I have no right to sit and weep,

For those less fortunate went to sleep;

God said to me… You have a chance,

Now go my child and learn to dance…

Upon the meadow freshly mown,

The world is yours; is yours to own.

Take the time to taste fresh air,

Feel the wind blow through your hair.

Cherish all that you hold dear,

I’m by your side… so have no fear.

Release the anguish from within

And free yourself from harmful sin.

Those muted words I recollect,

Until they take profound effect;

Inspiring me to cleanse my head,

For I am blessed… Alive, not dead.

My eyes scan round the coffee shop,

Where busy souls have come to stop;

A brief exchange, or to rest a while…

I hope, they see… My grateful smile!

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“The Gift Of Life”

By: Jane Gill-Wilson