With the gifts all unwrapped, the floor strewn with the remnants of careful preparation and our hands full of treasure both great and small, sometimes there remains an empty place-a yearning for something more, something tangible and lasting that won’t fade or shrink, go out of style or break, something more priceless than that which can be bought or sold. In this moment of longing we should step outside of the ordinary, the expected and tested, and open ourselves to the greatest, yet simplest gifts of all. The freedom to see, smell, hear, touch, taste and envelope the gifts that Spirit has given to us in every moment from the beginning of existence is unmatched, unparalleled and, sadly, all too often unnoticed……
I am life, the breath in me,
a perfect gift as you can see.
For I am not alone in thus,
the breath of God in each of us.
We recognize our unity,
for I am he and she is me.
Do you see the God in me,
that you are beauty, gifted, free?
The Christmas star atop the tree,
‘neath that which it shall never be.
Decorations brushed with gold,
for every eye that doth behold
its perfect presence.
The perfect gift still waits for thee
so step outside and you will see
the Earth below, the sky above
expressing Spirit’s boundless Love.
It whispers
“Hello, Goodbye,
but
do not cry.
for every day, my gift to you
in hues of yellow, green and blue.
No need for thanks
on bended knee,
just keep it safe,
this gift from me.”
Your world, your gift,
your gold, you sift
the wheat from chaff,
you sing and laugh!
To love you must accept perfection…
Happy New Year everyone!!
Let’s fill it with hope and boundless love and acceptance.
Cheryl KP
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Wow, very lovely. Thank you!
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Thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment! So happy you enjoyed it.
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Beautiful words, perfect for the season. Lovely photos, but I like the one of the sun streaming through your hair the best. It’s pretty easy to see God in this post.
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Thanks Dan. You are a dear heart. I am trying to pull out of the slump that is left when one of my guys visits then leaves again. We mothers never truly have empty nests you know. ;))
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