The Gift

It was delivered not from the postman 

    Not by courier or plane or train

It was a present that was not 

    Wrapped

It revealed itself through a million tiny signals

It showed me through the details

(it is always in the details)

It was exemplified in both action and words

It introduced itself in the sounds and sweet smells of a newborn baby

It came from the touch of my loved one’s hand

It was right there in the feel of my baby’s soft, fine, wispy hair on my lips

It felt like the friend who picked up the phone

     And gently held my heart

It was visible in my dog’s big brown eyes

      Looking to me for the next rub of her fur

And the nuzzle into her neck

It appeared in the tender text

      The I miss you

It blossomed from the

      I’m here to help

It made itself known in the good morning hug

      And the steamy mug of coffee

It unfolded from the

     I believe in you

       And the

     You are good enough

It erupted from hope

It arose from joy

It evolved from the tears

It superseded all that ever was

It came

It stayed

It ran me over like a semi truck

   Laying me out

   Exposing my soul

   Creating space

   Forcing out judgement

   Accepting all as is

It wrapped its arms around me 

It has been there 

   Through thick and thin

   And challenge and triumph

      And pain and ecstasy

          And music and silence

              And hot and cold

                  And sweet and bitter

It saved me

This love

The greatest gift of all