The Gift

A life on this land ceases to exist

And this soul swims in the sea of the eternal

The unknown departed provided me with a gift

This must be a true fact, for I have no other explanation from where these words come

One day, I knew not what poetry was.

The next day words flowed endlessly from a vast unknown.

I think not of their structure or sense

From some divine place they arrive, and they beckon action and they require love

And this gift has not been given to me freely, as I have no right or possibility to decline

The responsibility large

I will hold this gift in delicate yet fierce repose

I will welcome the words and images as if they were another’s. I will watch over them with care

I know not whom to thank

And so I simply look upwards with acknowledgment and respect