December 18, 2017
Not gold, nor myrrh, nor even frankincense
would I have for you this season,
but simple gifts, the ones that are hardest to find,
the ones that are perfect.
Even for those who have everything (if such there be).
I would (if I could)
have for the gift of courage,
the strength to face the gauntlets
only you can name,
and the firmness in your heart to know that you (yes, you!) can be a bearer of the quite
dignity
that is the human glorified.
I would (if by my intention I could make it happen)
have for you the gift of connection,
then sense of standing on the hinge of time,
touching past and future
standing with certainty that you (yes, you!)
are the point where it all comes together.
I would (if wishing could make it so)
have for you the gift of community,
a nucleus of love and challenge,
to convince you (yes, you!) are a source of light
in a world too long believing in the dark.
Not gold, nor myrrh, nor even frankincense
would I have for you this season,
but simple gifts, the ones that are hardest to find,
the ones that are perfect.
By M. Maureen Killbran
