Gifts come in many
shapes and guises:
Apples meant to nurture seeds
Wind up in many strange disguises,
Ministering to other needs. When a new soul comes into
being,
Hope anew springs from the Earth:
No one has the gift of seeing
What new gift comes with each
birth. What brings a young girl
savage pain
Can bring joy to a man and wife:
One cannot weigh the loss or gain,
But one can always treasure life. Life's a gift beyond
what we
Can know or understand or say:
There's a nonstop ecstasy
Beneath the hum of every day. There's a love so
radical
That nothing can escape its glow,
Luminous and magical,
Everywhere we are or go. And so we take this gift of
love,
A little piece of it, new-born,
And feel some lovely fortune move
Within us towards eternal dawn. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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