A Birthday Poem on November 6

I am nothing and you call me beloved,
You are everything and I call you my life.

I am weak and have need of everything,
You are strong and have need of nothing.

I am foolish and make stupid mistakes,
You are wise and perfect in all you do.

I am a coward and quiver in front of small challenges,
You are courage and fear nothing now or forever.

I am earth bound and locked into a calendar,
You stand over the universe in a timeless realm called eternity.

I am selfish and egotistical,
You are LOVE and give to all who will receive.

I am easily duped and led astray,
You are discernment and divide light and darkness.

I lie and exaggerate,
You are truth and there is nothing but honesty in you

I lust  and crave for that which pleases for a moment,
You desire only what is truly beauty and enduring.

I am often lost and confused,
You are the way and the path.

I am sometimes lonely and abandoned,
You are the unity of the trinity for eternity.

I am the clay and the canvas,
You are the potter and the painter.

I am the page and the stone,
You are the author and the sculptor.

I am the piano and the stage,
You are the composer and the playwright.

I am nothing but have great potential,
You are everything and have great compassion.

Write my life, paint my life, sculpt my life,
Until it is a masterpiece of your making,
A triumph in your honor!