Gifts
I may have given you
things
In our time of knowing.
When our paths crossed
Suddenly – unexpectedly.
Serendipitous.
If I have.
You will know.
My gifts are unusual
Unlike others –
Worthless –
Against the normal world.
My gifts, they came from a
A troubled man
Whom I sat by
All my life.
Watched him catch
Glimpses of strange
Saints – Angels and glimpses of God
While he gripped my forearm.
His sight cast into a distance
Unfathomable to me.
But still – I watched
Stood by
his side
Heard
his troubled mind.
The crack of his voice.
Tear shed in front of fire
At the loss of his mother.
Once – I saw him weep at the edge of his bed.
While he grasped and grappled
at the imagined.
It was a broken whimper that
sounded to me like
Mercy shrouded and drowned.
Stood near – seemed like half a mile away
When I asked are you okay?
He -unable to lift his head
Said
You care about me too much.
There are four men I have given gifts to.
Gifts that arrived in silent of night,
Stilled of storm, early morning rise of sun.
If you are one, know, these gifts I gave
each
of you
came from a troubled man.
They are treasures.
Nov 12
Thank you kindly for reading and liking. Keep being who you are. Stella
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