Poem by Dan Stone
There is a gift
that grows inside us
one and all.
It knows its name,
learned in whispers
and in prayers
each time we call
upon ourselves to lift
us from our woes,
our doubts, despairs.
See how it fills the frame
and how it feels like bliss
when simply recognized,
when hearts can open
and the spirit knows
from whence it came.
See the blessed child
reflected in our eyes
when we allow the seed
to flourish, be
the parent we can be.
Feel the magic
in our arms,
the gentle touch
that carries, frees us
like a fragrance
in the summer wind.
See that what
can come of this
is love, accomplishment
that has no end,
Beauty in a single moment
born and in a single
lifetime raised
but that forever gives.
There is a gift
that grows inside us
one and all.
It knows its name,
learned in whispers
and in prayers
each time we call
upon ourselves to lift
us from our woes,
our doubts, despairs.
See how it fills the frame
and how it feels like bliss
when simply recognized,
when hearts can open
and the spirit knows
from whence it came.
See the blessed child
reflected in our eyes
when we allow the seed
to flourish, be
the parent we can be.
Feel the magic
in our arms,
the gentle touch
that carries, frees us
like a fragrance
in the summer wind.
See that what
can come of this
is love, accomplishment
that has no end,
Beauty in a single moment
born and in a single
lifetime raised
but that forever gives.