A New Story Waiting To Be Told (TLC)

we come bearing gifts
like leaves from 
the book of our lives
symbols of our longing
remnants of our striving
inspired through hearts 
opened by the tumultuous 
ocean of time and toil

spools of thread
pallets of paint
feathers found 
cloth worn thin
water smoothed stones
and shimmering gems

artifacts from  
an old story
that once 
seemed true
but now fades
like a mist in 
the morning light

holy things
for holy people

holy too is the
mystery of 
how the parts 
will become 
whole and the
naked trusting
of deep wisdom

that the more beautiful
story is already written 
on our hearts
waiting be told
yet bears little
resemblance to 
that from which
the gifts were borrowed

what takes shape
from the offering 
of our gifts
is not a map
nor tool
nor god to
be praised

but an icon
a window 
through which
the Ancient Future 
comes and meets us
enveloping us
in Her sweet 
dark embrace
inviting us to
let go ….

into a New Story
the living of which
is the gift
of Life for
all people
for all creation
for all
for all
for all