The Gift
a blessing

Receive this day the work of my hands,
a sacrifice to You who gives me strength
Bring to life what lies dormant within,
deep and neglected through a winter stretched long

Awake my soul, awake from your slumber
Winter is past and the sun bids you live!

Feel its warmth, the beckon of spring
Respond to its call to rebirth
Send out a shoot, but tiny and tender
Reach through the darkness, though silent, unseen
Be nurtured each day with hope, with promise:
One seed to many, fruitful again

Awake my soul, respond to the voice
which calls you from slumber and promises life
Be present to listen, receive and respond
for the gift you've been given lives on!

Elizabeth de Smaele
October 2010

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