The Perfect Gift
A Conversation with My Friends
“Once to every [soul] and nation comes the moment to decide.” --James Russell Lowell
An angel has visited us and handed us a gift.
Now, there’s a reason every story’s heroine and hero have a moment of hesitation before they accept a gift.
Even Mother Mary said, “How shall this be?” before she said, “yes” to her angel’s gift.
Gifts come in all shapes and sizes.
Gifts also come with mysteries undiscovered and challenges undisclosed.
They are lightened, and they are shadowed.
And, they are always perfect.
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But, there are rules.
Sometimes we must pass a test.
Or, we must take a long trip into a hiding place to reach the gift.
Or, we must say the right words to the mysterious stranger we meet on the road,
and we must choose which road to take, always we must choose.
Sometimes the rules are simple, sometimes not. There are things we must remember;
there are things we must not ever forget.
There is much we must learn.
Usually we are given something we will need, to understand the gift,
to unearth the treasure.
In the old stories it is often a weapon of steel.
But now?
We have a different treasure.
We begin to know who we are.
The ancient eternal talisman is within reach, is alight, is alive, is the “yes” that can be on our lips, is the choice we are challenged to make. The door is open, the way is through, into the unknown, into the beauty of perfect choice, into the body of hope.
An angel has visited us
and handed us a gift.
We have a different treasure.
We begin to know who we are.
© Linda Beatrice Brown