24/08/2025
GIFTS WITHIN — A poem by Carmela D’Amore
We enter life with silent seeds,
Unseen, untouched, but full of needs—
A spark, a song, a hidden art,
A whisper deep within the heart.
At first, we wander, eyes unsure,
The world a maze, the path obscure,
Yet somewhere in the quiet space,
A gift awaits for us to trace.
Through trails faced and lessons learned,
With every corner bravely turned,
We stumble on what makes us whole—
A calling rising from our soul.
A gentle hand, a patient ear,
A mind that dreams, a voice that cheers,
Each gift unique, yet all the same,
A light that burns, a steady flame.
We nurture seeds with hope and care,
And find our purpose growing there—
For gifts are born, but must be found,
In journeys winding, round and round.
So, trust the path, embrace the quest,
Let heart and spirit do the rest,
For deep inside, the gifts we bear,
Will guide us to the why, the where.
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