A Gift Unto Me

I hear the voices of those long since gone,
They talk and I listen, we gel into one.

Their voices are gentle - no sorrow no fret,
In their world in heaven, they have no regrets.

When people approach me - their lives in despair,
I can tell them to rest - their loves ones still care.

Ease troubled minds, put lost souls to rest,
It's a gift unto me, the thing I do best.

I see in the future - the roads you must take,
On the gameboard of life, the moves you must make.

In no school on earth can this be taught,
For money or gold, it cannot be bought.

It's simply a gift, that is given for free,
By the Master of all - and he chose me.

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©Vanessa Steel 1998