The Giver of Such Things

There's enough,
It's true,
If you believe.
There's enough time 
To lovingly care for the gifts
That you receive.
It’s true,
If you believe.
So slow down
And release your grasp 
Of all those things 
That lie beyond 
That which you own 
Just now.
And trust in the unseen
To provide for illusive tomorrows.
They are a wriggling, slippery, poisonous toad.
And you will not escape 
The seeking them
Without defiling
Your soul.
“But we’ll die!” you say,
If we rely upon today.
True.
You will die to the thing
You thought you’d be,
And live unto that
Which you always were and are - 
A child of the unseen,
A receiver of gifts
And lover 
Of the Giver 
​Of such things.