my gifts were mine to keep?
- for they were gifts, which means
they must be given ...
And how could I have thought
the gift would come from me
in a straight channel, like a raindrop
down a window?
When clearly every gift
is what is given us
so we can bring it
to the neverending flow
like water in a river
that comes to it from everywhere -
all the watershed calling it forth,
birthing it with every contribution
to celebrate its neverending source.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 24, 2021
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