Never certain of my steps or what would be lurking.

I crossed those miles in dread and fear of smiles and the spoken word;

Trusting not the outreached palm nor reaching out to be heard.

So solemn in my solitude and lost in fear and mistrust;

A fossil lived were once was heart…and not where once was us.

Regressing in my thoughts and hopes, my Soul the only salvation;

Or so it seemed with blackened dreams as ‘twas…before creation.

I spoke not words of kindness, in a time when not was felt;

But kindness being not spoken…was given as I knelt;

While bending knees and bowing head, my heart was lifted up;

With visions of a life long passed…and thoughts of a half-filled cup.     

 I woke to find that you were there, and you…would always be,

But sleep had blinded mind and soul, and you…I couldn’t see.

How can I give a greater gift than that, which was given me;

My hopes renewed and faith restored, now spirit…flying free.

What comes to mind can never be measured, or ever duplicated;

A gift of life, as once was given…and never separated;

For in the beginning was the Word and the Word created man,

And the Word was Flesh and the Flesh was tasked…to spread throughout the land.

Symbolically, I give the gift…of love unconditionally;

I send my trust, my faith, my prayers…and total loyalty.

I send this gift which can’t be measured, duplicated…or even heard;

This gift so great and yet so small…as given in a word...Thank-you.

by Trular