Gifts of the Soul


by © 2025 Samantha Syrnich

In whispers of twilight,
where shadows dance,
Gifts of the soul find their fleeting chance.
A bountiful harvest,
humble in its grace,
An offering of love,
in an endless embrace.

Tender blossoms of words, crafted with care,
A tapestry of emotions,
woven to share.
Fragrant melodies,
sung by the heart,
A symphony of feelings,
a cherished art.

In silent prayers or an outstretched hand,
Offerings connect,
in a language grand.
Tokens of kindness,
in every hue,
A priceless bond,
between me and you.

The gift is not in what’s given,
but in the intent,
An offering from the soul,
lovingly sent.
So let us bestow,
with an open heart’s call,
Gifts of the soul,
the greatest of all.