She said that each one in the world <br />has a special talent: what we’re better at, <br />than anybody else… so, it’s a glorious gift, <br />- a glorious duty - to know, acknowledge, this; <br /> <br />but what happens, so she said, <br />is that we know this, and deny it; <br />but then if pressed somehow, we make <br />a condition for ourself: ‘well, only if…’ <br />and this – the devil in the detail – is a way <br />to lock our talent in; to keep the world without… <br /> <br />I said to her, an instance? and she said, <br />this man, he had a gift: to be always <br />in the rightest place, and at the rightest time; <br />but when this was revealed to him, he said, <br />OK but only if I can give up my job.. <br />but it was his job, she said, enabled him <br />to manifest that talent… <br /> <br />you may not forget this poem; <br />this was a lady I shall not forget.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-your-gift/
