Dearest Benefactor

Dearest Benefactor

Your truly remarkable gifts
the trouble of life so sifts
that chaff becomes trivial.
Consolations make me convivial
in actions as well as spirit.
And for those who'd hear it
such grace is worth seeking
as the times life's peaking.

Subtle, perhaps, looking hard...
but as one listens to the bard,
the melodies of soul within,
these nuances knowing begin
to influence actions all day.

And with joys we can play
through tribulations and trial
with love if not with a smile.

There are duties, of course,
and obligations to enforce
upon ourselves for all such
if gifts our souls'd touch...
but these are subtle, too.

To seek them even gladly,
promised no testing so badly
will prove capacities' lack,
keys not letting soul slack.
Motivation also needs drive
for it to somehow stay alive.

We need our own enthusiasm
so there's never some chasm
between faith and the being
what we'd have others seeing.
Your gifts help me so thus
I can easily cope with fuss.

Such gift alone is treasure!
And, if it be thy pleasure,
I accept even greater duties.
Tasks are spiritual beauties
when fulfilled, when done.
By such so much can be won
obligations alone are gift.
Winning, one's soul may lift.

Coping, one's mind expands.
And the soulful've many hands
to do all that must be done.

To do great, the small is fun;
being so motivated makes easy
much that makes others queasy.

For this alone I'm very grateful.
And even if I have a "plate full",
Thank you, God, for more helpings.

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