Unwanted Gift

He gave this Gift to you and me,

The Gift of things we daily see…

…The way a swallow engineers,

A house of clay to last for years,

The way a spider spins his net,

No human trap to match it yet,

The hover of a hawk in flight,

The wonder of the sky at night,

The salmon’s sacred swim for home,

The structure of a honeycomb,

The grace of swans upon a lake,

The veil of web on each daybreak,

How ivy walks upon a wall,

The glory of a waterfall,

How tadpole turns from spawn to frog,

The beauty of an Irish bog,

The blue grey haze on far off hills,

The way a worm he toils and tills.

Boundless beauty all around,

More beauty than can e’er be found,

In woven words from you and me,

Constant conjured mystery.

A mystery too, to think about,

The way we’ve worked to wipe it out,

Will we not weep, and wonder when,

All life on Earth must start again?

The greatest mystery of them all…

...How we got this Gift at all.