Given - Steve Garnaas-Holmes
The trees presenting their offerings,the rumple of the weeds like children
hanging on the neck of the brook,
the host that powers through the city
are not merely here,
not simply stumbled upon.
I have given them to you.
This day, its delights, its troubles,
your whole life, your death,
this moment,
are not happenstance or imposed.
They are what I wear.
What you encounter in this world
is not here of its own accord,
or for its own sake.
It is how I give myself to you.
