Musing: The Giver and the Self

 When I come to myself -

Realize there is a self to come to,

A space, a moment, an in-between -

I find surprise - there is a me beyond the doing.

The doing of things is necessary,

A blessing, even.

But a self that thinks,

That feels the ground beneath my feet

That beholds beauty and is awestruck,

This is a gift - the first gift to me

Is me.

I am taken with the Giver -

From His hand come all good things.

But would He not have me welcome this first gift?

To know it, receive it, accept it?

I think He would.