A Prayer For You

There is nothing I can give you
which you, have not;
But there is much, very much, that
while I cannot give it, you can take.

No heaven can come to us unless our hearts
find rest in today. Take heaven!
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden
in this present instant. Take peace!

The gloom of the world is but a shadow,
Behind it, yet within reach, is joy.
There is radiance and glory in the darkness,
could we but see, and to see, we have only to look.
I beseech you to look.

Life is so generous a giver, but we, judging its gifts by
their covering, cast them away as ugly, or heavy, or hard.
Remove the covering, and you will find beneath it
a living splendor, woven of love, by wisdom, with power.

Welcome it, grasp it, and you touch the angel's hand
that brings it to you. Everything we call a trial, a sorrow or
a duty, believe me, that angel's hand is there;
the gift is here, and the wonder of an overshadowing presence.

Our joys too: be not content with them as joys.
They, too, conceal diviner gifts.

And so...I salute you, not as the world sends greetings,
but with the prayer that for you, now and forever,
the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.