My Gifted Life

I sit beneath the sundrenched tree the sun flies overhead

I recount upon the years I’ve lived and I all I’ve heard and said

A peace falls upon me and contentedness fill my bones

Because I feel her grace and know that I am not alone

We do oft think of rhe one who made us all

Or in our hubris we may well fall

the mysteries of the universe and how it came to be

I find myself lost in wonder, unable to explain, Unable to answer a child’s question, how did we come to be