A soft breeze

Whispered through the snow-flocked pines

Nestled near a park bench

Inviting passersby to pause

And listen to the soul of things.

The gift-giver who had followed the winter path

Through the mist-veiled trees,

Found respite here in this sheltered space,

And in the quiescence

The gift-giver was captivated by moments of sunlight

Turning the mist luminous,

Creating a numincesce inspiring the gift-giver with wonder.

There were so many gifts for so many yearning hearts.

Gifts that draw exclamation and excitement.

Gifts that bring a sigh for something longed for and received.

Gifts that touch a place so deep a grateful tear

appears where words fail.

Anticipating the joy of creating these moments for others

The gift-giver recalled that many cultures had special words

For experiencing others’ joy, second-hand joy,

Naches and mudita and freudenfreude.

Savoring this sacred trust for a moment longer

The gift-giver smiled into the clearing mist,

Feeling blessed with the task of giving gifts so right,

So pure they saturated time

And illuminated memories

That would last long beyond this season.

In the quiescence, the gift-giver mused,

It all begins here,

Guided by a compassionate heart

Offering the consummate gift and

Welcoming the joy of giving joy.

May the joy of giving and receiving gifts be yours

throughout the season and the New Year.

© by Thelma A. Giomi, 2022