THOU GIFT! THY GIFTS! WHITHER MY GIFTS!

THOU GIFT! THY GIFTS! WHITHER MY GIFTS!



All gifted of the infinite gifts from you, whither my gifts left to be offered, a Daniellian God Appreciation poem, discover what you can



Still the rays flow and glow
And all continue better than Thy Halo


Thou would appreciate or not
I have a word to say the Abbot


Thou Gift Thy Gifts
I ever fail to find my gifts


Poorly what else I had to offer to Thee here
All are temporarily on loan or borrowing colour


There is nothing at all to offer virtually true
How dare I could ever offer any true


All Thy Gifts Thou Gift off Thee Gifts and Thou continue to Gift
How to carry on life breathing without Thy Gift


The moment I dare to wink Thy Gift
And try to forget the enormous lift


I find no way but to lead the colour Thou Grow
I have the ways to check the flavour to glow


Of Thy Gift the eyes that find the Gifts
I find nothing to leave here as gifts


I in my breathing never
Would ever be able to offer


A gift of mine to show
My token of salute and mortal offering to Thou


As and when I could ever
I would feel there’s no soul here


How poor I’m here
All Thou Own here and there


Whither my gifts
To offer Thou as gifts


Thou gifted all leaving nothing to offer mine as gifts
Only my alphas I could ever offer my offerings as gifts


If Thou ever


Daniellian Poem 17
February 10, 2012