The gift of the present

Difficult as it is to see sometimes

I am actually right where I need to be

It is as if this life comes to me as a gift

And it up to me whether or not

I will chose to open the package of the Present

And this does not deny

Nor diminish in any way

The power of a past

That so often shapes and informs my soul

For there may be layers that wrapped themselves around me

That I need to unpeel

In order to reveal

The germ hidden deep within

Myriad shells

Of conditioning and experiences

Which left scars or shards

Lodged deep inside

I do not trust those who

Always say

The past is over

Yes its true

But its power and influence can still live on

If we don’t have the courage to look back

Without staring

Or getting fixed upon the hurting places

Instead using them as pathways in

To explore wounds that need to be

Tended

Loved

Stitched back up again

Helped to mend so we can live again

Full embracing each day

The gift of this most precious present

New opportunity to live