Gifts a Poem

Gifts
 
Rest is in the many steps
We take between
Beginning and ending.
 
Peace is in the battles
We wage with each other
Flames that burn and expire.
 
Wealth is in the gifts
That we give to our children
In great handfuls.
 
And in our ordinary time
We care only for the food we share,
The drink we imbibe
And the hands we hold.
 
-AJ Sammarco