Whatever You give,
I will still want more.
Whatever You give,
I will fill to the brim my core.
Give me a thimble,
And I will work as a humming bee.
Give me a seashell,
And I will listen to waves in the sea.
Give me a sieve,
And I will sift the desert sands.
Give me a hoe,
And I will cultivate farm lands.
Give me a shovel,
And I will cut through the mountain.
Give me a cup,
And I will steal from youth’s fountain.
Give me your eyes,
And I will understand your heart.
Give me your love,
And I will never from you depart.
Give me imagination,
And I will create mystery in the stars.
Give me life’s spice,
And I will collect its flavor in jars.
Give me knowledge,
That I might ignorance withstand.
Give me insight,
That I might life’s mystery understand.
Whatever You give me,
I will multiply in my store.
Whatever You give me,
I will never expect less or more.
This must be one of the loveliest poems I've ever read. I have an old book. Poems From the Persian. This poem would fit nicely withun the pages. It's easy to see the influence of Middle East in your verses. Well done!
Somehow this write reminds me of Yusuff Islam (sp?) (Cat Stevens) and his song, "O Caritas!". "And I will steal from youth's fountain.". I drank from the Fountain of Youth in Florida. It doesn't work!
Whatever You give me,
I will never expect less or more.
This got me thinking. You want more but you don't expect it. So, I guess you'll just multiply it out by your actions. God guess what he gives and we do with it as we will. I like my interpretation. I love it when you can find your own personal meaning in a poem.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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Love ya!
Jane
I will never expect less or more.
This got me thinking. You want more but you don't expect it. So, I guess you'll just multiply it out by your actions. God guess what he gives and we do with it as we will. I like my interpretation. I love it when you can find your own personal meaning in a poem.
of life, love and rhyme,
and we will read each one,
and savor every line.
THE EYES AH, WELL THAT MY FRIEND IS THE WINDOW TO THE SOUL
THE MIND THE DOOR TO WISDOM, THE HEART THE OCEANIC CHASM
THAT HELPS YOU TO BREATHE AND LIVE. YOU GOT THE RIGHT IDEA HERE.
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY,
USE IT ALL IN GOOD MEASURE XO