The Giver

The Gift and the Giver

 We ask for a piece of sand
and he gives us a beach.

We ask for a drop of water
and he gives us an ocean.

We ask for time
and he gives us life eternal.

And it is so easy for us
to fall in love with the gift
and forget the giver.

Edward Farrell in the poem/prayer above reminds me that life is a gift to be savored.   There is so much to be grateful for.  Earlier this week I walked with a friend on his property overlooking the beautiful McKenzie River.

Our day was kissed by the first 80 degree temperature of the Spring.  As a result everything was in bloom and the scent of rhododendrons filled the air.  One particular Rhody was fire-red and I felt like Moses approaching the burning bush.  Truly we were walking on holy ground.

And it is so easy for us
to fall in love with the gift
and forget the giver.

  Indeed life is a gift to be savored.  Yet the gift becomes sweeter as I remember the source of the gift.  As I give voice to the doxology first written by Thomas Ken in 1674 and sung in the church of my youth, ‘Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow’.        

May I not forget the giver.