Life Is
Life is an extroardinary gift,
the chance to learn about love.
The gift that never gets opened
like a pinata that hangs above
just waits for the anticipation
of everyone in the room
to see it shower its contents
on everyone with love.
Life is a story for the telling,
the chance to hear about love.
The story that never gets told
is a story that some people shove
underneath the covers,
afraid that they might succumb
to that overpowering feeling
about a story that makes them numb.
Life is an adventure so lively,
the chance to act on a whim.
The ones who never are daring
like a bird out on a limb
that refuses to fly because he might fall
into a dangerous place,
will never know the feeling he'd get
flyimg in open space...
...Life is the power of your mind to grow
and expand into a glorious state.
The power granted to you at birth
when the mind chose love over hate.
A power that's yours
when your mind accepts
that it can never shut you down.
For life's power that's within us
is waiting to be found.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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