Life

It is not choosing wonders to behold
But it’s how we live wherever we are called
A moment with a golden buttercup
Is more to me than having gold on tap
How we listen well to little words
Not demanding it is our turn to be heard
For then we do not give and take for real
We are not concerned with how they feel
Yet can we do this purely by our will
Or are we given grace so our mind stills?
Wanting nothing we may gain much more
Simple if we find the open door