All or nothing we don't realize the increments in which
Comes the gift. Measured in extremes it doesn't make sense.
Every tender dream is gone, what is left but the gift.
We don't realize its power until we are faced with loss
Grieving in what could have been, how it is not fair.
Why are we left in the desolation of it, then slowly
The understanding of all that truly is important comes.
The gift is free for those who reach this place.
Free with no strings, no conditions, only waiting
For us to accept our limitations. To finally see that
In losing it all we have gained the pearl too precious,
The treasure of our hearts