| Gifts Come in Many Shapes and Guises Gifts come in many shapes and guises: Apples meant to nurture seeds Wind up in many strange disguishes, 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 it's 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. |
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