The Gift

It came wrapped in silence, through the dim candlelight

Flickering on the wings of silence in the night

A brilliance of hope, born in the darkest day

Ever imagined, when loss was a constant friend.

 

It came wrapped in the mists of a morn on the water

Through the cry of the loon's mourning all that

Could not be found in all the crowded places of earth

The peace from within, surpassing all the unrest.

 

It came wrapped in bands of cloth, laid in a simple trough

Trusted to our hands that know such violence and care

Found in the simplest acts of true kindness love came

To teach the world its uncomplicated song and yet

 

There are times when hope seems to die in the face of injustice

Peace seems lost in the halls of violence, seeing only difference

Love is hard found because we don't see the simplest glow within

And yet, in spite of it all, they are born again through the broken pieces

 

Because hope cannot be bottled up and put on a shelf

Peace cannot be ignored in its truth of bringing healing

Love cannot be nailed to a cross and die all alone, deserted

We have found the empty tomb, where it was all released again

 

Reborn in the women who encountered angels to point the way

Found in the terror of encounter with a risen Christ amid fear

Coming through a personal encounter in breaking of bread

We cannot kill any of these they only become stronger in the mending