The Gift

“Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.” Jelaluddin Rumi

Yes, the world hurts, but there is power in those hands of yours.

Yes, the world hurts, but there is power in those eyes of yours.

Yes, the world hurts, but there is power in that heart of yours and on those lips.

We are not helpless. We are, each and every one of us, here with a gift to share.

Even if we have broken our vows a thousand times, may we start over and share a smile with someone, use our hands to do something nice, use our eyes to actually see someone – in their eyes, and use our lips to lift someone up with a kind word instead of tearing down.

Sometimes when it seems there is too much to possibly fix, too much madness to possibly bear, remember that it’s okay to pull back in. It’s okay to not solve all the problems or block all the heartache. Sometimes all you have to offer, all I have to offer is the tiniest of gifts.

They’re not tiny. Your gift – that smile or kind word is exactly what is needed then and there. Please don’t dare keep it to yourself.

You have a unique gift that nobody else can give the world.

A gift that isn’t shared is not a gift. It is only a burden. It doesn’t become a gift until it is given.

So in the words of Rumi, ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, yet again come.

Will you share?