Gift

A poem

Photo credit: Ornella Binni

I give You something
precious I have made

from woven scraps of days
stitched through
with rememberings
of sleeps of dreams

lost pieces reknit
made one and whole
from the tangled threads
of this life

it is love
this offering

but You say nothing
and will not meet my eye

Your face is closed to me

so the bright threads dull
light dims on the page
my words lose their shine
sink into silence

perhaps this gift
were best ungiven