Going Further

I twist, I twirl,
But I am no ballerina,
I rummage, I throw,
But I am not looking for gold.

All the odd shapes and abstract movements,
Nod me towards a place,
Where bright yellow daffodils
Serenely welcome.

Behind me a buzzing conveyor belt,
Where many pairs of hands
Help each other to take one’s shackles off,
And gift them,

An everlasting gift,
That they will forever carry,
And always cherish,
The gift of willpower

I continue my merry way,
I hear passion speaking through people,
Speaking through ideas,
And speaking through harmony.

I peek through a peephole,
Showing me the everlasting boundaries
Of humanity
Now I realise,

God’s gift to all of us
The ability to work together,
With friends,
And enemies.