LAUDS

Some can do it on the spot
For the rest of us it takes more thought
Jazzing their tunes, rapping their words
Rumbling and ricocheting like trains down rails

I wonder how it comes about
And if it ever fails.

You may be one who can do it anywhere 
Cameras, brushes, pencils, easels
Creating new images out of empty air
With marble, clay, part of a tree
Shaping things only you can see

My favorites, those who build and repair
Kids
Creative, patient, slow to anger
Comforting arms, attentive ears
And laps accustomed to children’s fears
New lives, year after year

Are these just skills to teach?
Or does a special muse infuse --
A holy spirit anoint each --
With gifts beyond my reach?

For me, sufficient it may have to be
To honor, make the fuss
Over those whose gifts
Grace the lives of you and me


Dennis R. Keefe
6/20/03, 3/13/18