The Quiet Gift – A Poem by David Ritter

The Quiet Gift

You won’t find it made of diamonds
Or resting on a shelf;
It can’t be bought with money,
Yet I need it for myself.

It isn’t found in crowded stores
Or dressed in grand display;
It leaves when fear and chaos rise
As darkness clouds the way.

The hurried soul runs past it
While chasing one more prize;
It waits within the stillness
Too calm for frantic eyes.

It cannot dwell where pride takes root
Or bitterness remains;
It fades behind the walls I build
From anger, hurt, and blame.

It vanishes when I reach back
For things I can’t control,
But waits beyond surrender
When God restores my soul.

So tell me, friend who reads these words,
What treasure brings release?
The grace I find in letting go
Reveals the Quiet Gift—

Peace.

David Ritter