The Gift of Self

Ours is the greatest gift of self,

And that in much variety.

From fairy, wizard, dragon, elf,

There’s also you…he…she…and me.   

Part imagined, part quite real,

Brought into being for a bit,

Humans think, choose, dream and feel--

We are the best, you must admit.

We can pretend for a while,

Imagine that we’re more than dust.

Time and place mold us in style;

But what we’ll be, we have to trust.

Birth to death, we are chance-driven;

Never quite sure or guaranteed.

From labors, we’re rarely shriven,

To obtain all we want or need.

‘Twas wisdom brought us into being,

God’s mighty hand that placed us here.

Be assured, if without seeing,

All will be well: to Him we’re dear.