From a night not quite silent into the new day
Still a part of this earth realm, the gift I must share
With myself and with others is my being here.
Unlike where we all came from, this schoolhouse of fear
Offers difficult lessons, often of despair
Yet by free will all have something merry to say.

We need one day to say it. Perhaps many more
Scattered throughout the whole year might keep hate at bay.
Knowing that’s wishful thinking, better the ideal
Than the negative nature that can make me feel
Ill at ease as I live, I’m encouraged to pray
That I first know who I am right down to the core.

Many packages, some tied with fancy red bows,
And some rather plain looking, are inside of me.
I know not where they came from, so it’s a surprise
That I’m able to find them despite their disguise
As past failures and troubles. Today I can see
That my presence is one thing the universe knows.

Knowing that there is presence in all that exists
Here on earth and in heaven does make it worthwhile.
I can learn to be kinder from that peaceful place.
Most the world for one day is receptive to grace,
A new vision of hope, and a reason to smile.
It is only the ego that strongly resists.