a gift arrives from a distance, neither asked for nor expected
its value measured not only in worth, but in what it stirs within
what was already written, a quiet gesture wrapped in meaning
a token that warms and wounds, it lands in my email like a whisper
not of love but of something close, with it I move toward the light
a step forward into the new year, practical and necessary
a spark in the dark of what I need, yet my heart knows its own language
unspoken syllables held tight because love unreturned must rest
I must let it sleep, however, the gift speaks louder than words
but still falls short of the fullness of what my heart once hoped to hold
it is the future that I need to let in, sadly leaving pieces behind
shadows of what could have been, quietly forced into memory
the gift lingers in my mind as both a tether and a release
its meaning is not totally understood, its hold, a deep grasp
each step forward feels lighter, yet carries more weight
a strange paradox of healing and the ache of what is lost
with every breath I remind myself to honor what was given
to cherish the intent even as the heart learns to be still
the year unfolds in its own rhythm and I walk with the knowledge
that some gifts are so powerful, the impact immeasurable.
I look at it thankfully, but knowing it offers more than it says
a push toward stability a reminder of what still aches
this help will see me through a season of change and resolve
yet my heart trips on the edge of what once felt so close
I cannot give what is not wanted, so I gather it all inside
folding love into quiet corners where it lingers, unanswered
the gift does not bridge the gap, but it carries me forward
as days go by, I take a deep breath, and close my eyes.
I wrap myself in gratitude letting its warmth soften the ache
but even as the gift sustains, its shadow whispers of absence
the heart, though quiet, still beats against walls it never wanted to build
holding back all it longs to give, for love unreturned remains untold
this gift becomes a strange comfort both a blessing and a wound
a step forward on solid ground while the soul still treads water
and so I thank what has been given, but sit with what it cannot heal
the year begins with strength renewed yet the emptiness still lingers.
Psalm 27:14
"Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."
Comments