Precious Gift

The sun comes bright
over the awakening city
as we rise to daylight
with memories of what was,
hopes for what is yet to be.
We walk alone but not apart,
each of us cells in the larger body,
moving together despite all distance;
blood here, breath there,
taking nourishment,
releasing what’s unneeded.
It may seem wise
to believe yourself alone
but this is the origin of despair.
Remember who lives behind
those drug hollowed eyes
staring up from her sidewalk bed,
the soldiers dying in mud squalor,
the ones who answer the siren calls
in the panicked night.
You make a sacrifice for the body
or perhaps you won’t
but if you know the precious gift
join me in a prayer
for all who walk the earth
upon this sunlit morning.























Reading of Precious Gift with music by Van Morrison


9 Responses to “Precious Gift”

  1. Will Wilkinson says:

    Poignant. Alone… All one. Knowing our oneness may be the most nourishing gift of all! Thank you for the stirring reminder.

  2. John Albright says:

    I know I walk with you and others on this magnificent journey, thankful to share in the love.

  3. David Banner says:

    Ah, yes…the precious gift of conscious life!

  4. Tom Figel says:

    Don, yes, the family of man. Thank you for the reminder. You’re including lawyers, too, I suppose.

  5. Mike McCauley says:

    Don — Amen to that. Beautiful verse. Thank you for sharing it.

    And thank you also for your kind reference to us lawyers — “…The ones who make the siren calls in the panicked night.”

  6. PenDell Pittman says:

    Selah ….

  7. laurel cox says:

    Here come I from the ethers in awaited response.

  8. Maria Frid says:

    The precious gift of the siren never fades, thank you, Don for vibrating its call!

  9. David Barnes says:

    Thank you for the invitation to join you in this prayer Don — I am here

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