Gift
Snow pelts against the window.
Rain taps on the roof.
Wind whips over the moon on this clear night.
Young voices carry.
Old voices fail.
The moon chases the sun on this clear night.
Abundance finds joy.
Poverty squeezes a half-smile.
Lights bounce and laugh at the cool light of the moon.
Sharing means participation.
Sharing means giving to others.
Sharing means letting go of your story.
To see through the eyes of a stranger's story.
Stone hearts can't give.
Stone ears can't hear.
Stone minds won't change.
No gift will move a spirit that's given up on humanity.
No gift will lift a spirit that has given up on itself.
Snow pelts against the window.
Rain taps on the roof.
Wind whips over the moon on this clear night.
Build a mighty light that burns with the roar of justice.
Build it high so that all can see it's blessed light.
Out of the darkness.
Out of the self-hate.
Out of curiosity, lost spirits will come.
To share with us the gift of hope.
Peace
DFrey