The Pick of the Litter

He was one of God's prized creations, The pick of God's litter, understanding and expressing himself as few others can, so full of life and love of the gift of life. He was so grateful for the gift and yet not groveling. Free spirit soaring high above the rest. Oblivious to the self imposed rules, regulations, and dogma of man. So thankful for all gifts provided. Using these gifts in ways that pleased his father. Living his life as it was meant to be. Putting pride in his father's heart and soul. This father's son, fully aware of what life is about, this wondrous gift, this life in his Kingdom. Living, laughing, love, bring special things to the lives of each who crossed his path. Sharing in the fellowship of humanity. Not a stranger had he known, not ever. But for one thing he lacks, that of a mate, a mate for his soul. A mate with which to share, these precious gifts we have all been given. One with which to share the love, the laughter, and all the joys that life has to offer. When will the journey end, when will his dream be realized. When will the rainbows end lead him to his pot of gold? Time it is that will tell. This much I know to be true.This one is kind of long. Hope it was worth it. Written October 4th, 1999 © on Dec 04 2001 01:01 AM PST   0 • 12