Untitled Poem

Just as a man
Gives his love
A flower

The creator
Gives the universe
A star

Your soul
Gives your body
A thought

And these things
Are given
Out of purity

They are maps
Of abundance
And of assurance

That this thing
That we call life
Is growing

And it thrives
And it dies
In time

Finally we know
That the vision
Is love

And that love
Is the continuum
Of giving.

~ B