How do we give
when we know not where we are standing and what we have been Given? How do we receive when we know not what we hold now and what will take its place? Blessed we are with eyes for such wonder, the capacity to receive a world overflowing with joy But cursed we bleed with such abundant wealth, a sensory drowning a deprivation of the soul For we walk in a battlefield grasping at our attention as we strive for something Greener mistaken for the other side So I keep my heart open receiving the moment for what it offers Always knowing in my being It is for giving that I receive It is for giving that I receive It is for giving That I receive
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