Endless Gifts

Your gifts are endless, priceless,

I unwrapped them a hundred times,

In a thousand ways I felt your love,

What more could you give me?

What more could you want to give me?

I've taken more than I deserve,

Don’t you see, I laugh more, love more,

I sing like I've never sung before,

The things that I thought that I wanted,

Now seem like a black and white picture of a time gone by,

Fading into yellowness, fraying at the edges,

The faces in the picture are blurred,

Their eyes and noses and heads have all merged into something or someone,

I just don’t recognize.

This is your greatest gift to me,

That I no longer see what I used to see,

And what I see now, is graciously beautiful, unblemished, pristine,

It’s there in the turn of your head, in the row of chipped teeth,

In the seriousness of a joke, in the softness of your eyes,

In the very quietness that surrounds me, when you nod your head,

My arms are full carrying your gifts,

I’d thank you for your gifts, but it’s no longer possible,

For I crossed that threshold long ago,

Now your gifts are mine to take,

There’s nothing more you can give…

The Song of the Sufi Masroof