Poem - Reflections

I found this poem by an unknown author in my Dad's papers today - in the box containing notes from seminars he attended as a patriarch.

Reflections

God gave me twelve full months of time,

Another year to use as mine.

But I was blind and could not see

The value of this gift to me.

Through Spring's awakening I lay mute,

The Summertime bore me no fruit.

The pageant passed that was the Fall,

Then suddenly I saw it all.

My year had died, God called it home.

I held it's ashes, tenderly, alone.

If God would grant this gift to me once more,

Another year to me restore,

I pledge my heart and hands to Thee,

Of service to humanity.

Not by some deed of great display,

Just in a quiet, humble way.

Hmmm... Good words for all of us.