There are some gifts that come to us
just once or twice in a lifetime,
gifts that cannot be spoken or named
beyond the simple act of gratitude.

We are given something so bountiful
we can only gaze upon it with eyes wide,
like a child in summer's first garden.

We reach our tender hands
toward that communion
that single perfection
and walk away speechless, blessed.

And breathe, in years to come
breathe, breathe our hearts open
again and again
in the light of remembrance.
Aching to tell it well,
to sing it into every other heart,
to dance it into the thirsty Earth

that Light,
that grace-given, voiceless Light.

--Lauren Raine