COMPOUND BLESSINGS

I hold a blessing,

In my hand,

It’s real,

And sound,

And beautiful.

I could keep the blessing,

And treasure it’s virtue.

When it’s done,

I will hold the memory,

Like a sweet fragrance.

I could release the blessing,

And let it fall into the hands,

Of someone near,

Someone who may recognize,

It’s treasure,

Or may see it,

With abandon.

Or I could receive it,

And give it to you,

A perfect gift,

Nothing lacking,

Into the hand,

Of one who needs,

The very fragrance,

It unlocks.

If I keep it,

It will fade with age,

Beautifully and gracefully,

Evaporating.

If I let it loose,

It may become a blessing,

Or may die a sudden death,

Unappreciated and alone.

But if I give it to you,

Into the hand it was meant to go,

Then I too will share the blessing,

By watching you,

Enjoying the perfect purpose,

For what it was send to do.

I give it now,

To you.