Before the sun's
early morning light
when it is too soon to write
a flood of images come
it is a gift.
When wife's breathing is hard
and mine is easy
it is a gift.
The day before Christmas
is warm
it is a gift.
The outside gray cat
sits In my lap
and purrs
it is a gift.
The Thursday Bible study
takes me on a tour
of the expanding universe,
the beauty of light year galaxies -
our stepping stones -
it is a gift.
The retired doctor
has time to talk
theology and biography
it is a gift.
At our Christmas Eve service
at the passing of the peace
the flame of love's power
was in such excess
I thought I saw tongues of fire
dancing over sanctuary heads
it was a gift,
and after the Mass -
wonder -
that God
would ever come
in such a humble package
it was a gift.
For a moment
the push of power and pleasure stop
it is a gift.
A poem given to the world
without copyright
a hope without name
it is a gift.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem