I first posted this poem here in 2008, though I wrote it back in the last century.
It makes for a wonderful recitation at winter seasonal gatherings,
and assuming that proper credit is given, the reader will
receive a cornucopia of unimaginable treasures.
(Even better, invite me and I’ll present it myself!)
the best gift
by rachel snyder
Dawn awakens, morning time
When Lovers of Peace keep pace with the rhyme
Of the heart’s own beating, the drumming within,
The Life-Force eternal in Gaia’s constant spin
Soul-healing rhythms, the dance Earth-inspired
Bones bleached and knowing lie close to the fire,
Witness to the story that never will end,
The truth that is passed between Lover and Friend…
In the vast light of dawn comes a gentle sparrow’s cry
She asks the young prince, “You come here, yet why?”
“You knock, yet not enter
You speak, yet not sing
You fly not, you soar not
You spread not your wings-
Who sent you forth and to what end?
What quest is yours, my sweet humble friend?”
The Prince remains solemn, an angel’s voice mute
And there at his side a silver flute
Hangs quietly, void of breath and of tune,
No celestial music fills not one earthly room
No princely lips laid upon this thin neck
No princely fingers play, not one bedecked
In golden rings with knots entwined,
All Nature waits for his song sublime!
Yet Winter lies upon this heart
And inhabits a time stood still and stark.
The sparrow hovers quite so near
And plucks with beak a strand of hair
Thick and golden, hay spun fine,
A piece of Heaven’s fairest twine –
She meets the Prince with piercing eyes
And asks, “How shall I pay you for this singular prize?”
The Prince looks up to meet the bird’s gaze,
Eyes afire with thoughts of warm summer days
“How could it be,” he asks the sparrow,
“That my lock of hair graces your tomorrow?
“It’s nothing save a piece of string,
It won’t help one fly! It can’t help one sing!”
“Alas,” the bird replies aloft,
“It shines as the sun and like a cloud is soft,
This strand will help me build my nest
My eggs will sit more safely than the rest!
Do not belittle this gift so rare,
Simply tell me what would be payment fair!”
The Prince now ponders the question anew,
“What could I receive from the likes of you?
A tiny bird, two spindly legs!
I would not even eat your wretched eggs!
And yet you sing as I cannot –
I know I once could, but I fear I’ve forgot,
And fly? I’d like to soar above,
Held safely in the wings of Love,
Fearful not of ever falling; swooping, gliding, gaily calling
To other birds and wing-ed ones who live for Earth and Sky and Sun,
Perhaps the gifts of song and flight
Might bring our barter round to right.”
The offer made, the bird was still – until her song began its trill
And others joined! A glorious song!
The Heavens resounding so strong and long!
A Light encircled the Prince so fair, raising him high into the air –
Illuminated he now became, upon his neck a golden mane,
Strands aplenty of silver-gold light,
The stars themselves beamed at the magnificent sight!
And then from the throat of this once-silent one
A most Divine song rose up toward the Sun!
And he followed soon after, with wings stretched wide,
No fear lived inside him, and nothing to hide-
Soon Winter moved out and Spring took its place
And the glow returned to the fair Prince’s face.
For the Prince learned the lesson we all must now live:
The best gift we receive is the one that we give.
I enjoyed the story very much! This is a wonderful piece! Loved the tone and the imagery. A valuable lesson indeed. Bravo Rachel!
Eek! Somehow I neglected these sweet comments. Sorry for the delay.
Thanks for visiting; please come back often.
Your words touch my heart. May your holidays be touched by the everlasting light.
Beautiful sentiment. Thank you!
What a beautiful being you are. I’m always tickled by the goodness that you share with the rest of us. May you continue to be a beacon of love and light…
I feel it, too, Nico! Never lose sight of how precious you are. You deserve to be happy, to be loved, and to be whole. ((()))
This is so beautiful and describes so much of what is happening to me in this Winter of my life. But I feel that Spring is just a breath away!
This poem reaches inside of me where the stillness lays next to the love I gave and soon came to recieve, where the light burns forever through out the universe and gives birth to all that is and is to be, all in ONENESS all in SOURCE. Bless you dear Rachel with love. xoxo
Thank you for posting this, Rachel, it is truly gorgeous. I really enjoyed reading it. It has too many sparkling facets, that glinted in my consciousness, to mention. So, suffice to say, my eyes saw beautiful light. Wishing you a wonderful Christmas and a blessed New Year.
its so beautiful!