Gifts

The Light
that spun us
from Its luminous
Heart
and set us
free,
in hope that
we would
bear our Light
as a Gift
to every
creature;

seemed amused
this morning
when I reviewed,
for the
thousand-and-first
time,
my lack of
qualifications and
my multitudinous
failures,

and reminded me
that as
entertaining
as the review of
my obvious
unsuitability
might be,

if I could
put it aside for
long enough to
hand deliver a
Gift or two.

If, say,
I was able
to stage even
a tiny
demonstration of
the Light of
loving another as
I love myself,

the subject of
my unsuitability for
Gift giving
would probably
never
come up.

(Photo by Freestocks; UnSplash)