gift

did you know
you are a gift to me?
a messenger sent with a sweet missive
sealed, encrypted
for my eyes alone

from my Love
He also spoke to me in the snow
and through my father
through the singer who thanked me for being born
through my mother who became weak
so I would have to be strong
and through Anis calling "come closer."

the chorus of voices
calling to this tiny seed
incubating in the soil
warmed by His light

I have never been a morning person
so I pulled the covers over my head
and said "go away."
"I don't know You.
You don't exist."

and in the thick of my dream I wondered:
how do all these people just assume
they have a right to be
when for me it has
never been clear?

but He called me
and kept calling
sending texts
and LOLcats
showering me with warm rain
and singing me awake

He said, "you are."
"you are Mine."
"I know because I loved you
even before I sculpted you
fine and strong and shining."

now He is calling me through you
calling this seed awake
saying, "you are."
"now send up the tender shoot
don't hesitate, my sweet,
and blossom.
it is time"

thank you for delivering
the message
like a bee running among the flowers
perhaps you didn't even know
how precious the pollen
fallen unnoticed from your hair