To some a clarity of mind.

To some the sense from whence the wind.

To some to draw, to paint, to carve.

Each a skill we can hone or lose.

 

Each is a gift but it’s not free.

For it must be accounted for.

If all we do is ride along,

forgetting the changing of the tide.

Then soon enough the gift is gone

 

Life’s not just a race to win.

In crushing others, where’s the joy?

To lead, to give, to help, to guide,

is where true greatness will be found.

 

So when others seem so dim.

Help them to glimpse a single ray

of what for you is clear and bright,

as sunrise of another day.

 

Do not expect a clear response.

Do not wait for words of thanks.

The tiny spark that you may light,

may save a life or make a dream.

 

In life you know to watch the wind

And feel the helm to make good speed.

You know the currents, rocks and kelp

but most important, know yourself.

 

It is great fun to win a race

But only when it’s done with grace.

My son I love so well.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, 1986