December Sixteenth; If I Could Give a Gift

I’m sitting here listening to the rain falling outside. Thankful that it wasn’t anything frozen even as I know others were hoping for snow. The sky is a soft grey, reminding me of a fleece blanket I own. The trees out back, stark, naked, sentinels of the season. All but the one, lone Dogwood still clinging to the red leaves that adorn its branches. 

Inside, my house is silent but the occasional clickish sound from the coffee pot, and the fan on the wood stove from where I tried to build a fire with damp wood.   It is the rain outside, that keeps drawing my attention.

 Outside, the scene is beautiful in its starkness. From where I sit, looking out the front window, a sapling has raindrops clinging to the branches like decorations. What light there is, catches the droplets and gives them a slight glow, setting them apart. Out back, the empty hummingbird feeders still hang on the shepherd’s hook. Ever so often, I see that slight splash as a droplet hits the top just right sending a way upward. Front and back, the yard is blanketed with the fallen leaves that I never cleared away. All adding to the music the rain is creating.

In side, my home is warm and dry. The lights that are on, creating a welcoming brightness against the dreary day outside. That comfort a verse to the song. A song at times uncomfortable to sing, when I know others cannot. 

There are so many verses, of which I am blessed. I could say I have worked hard. I have earned what I have over the years of struggle. Yet, others have also worked hard, only to lose everything. So I don’t stand on the rooftops and sing loudly to the world. Instead, I kneel quietly and sing my thanks to the One who provides. 

Many are out there, in a variety of circumstances and situations, where they feel alone and abandoned. I would offer the verse of friendship. A verse of companionship. Where conversation and laughter go hand in hand and the loneliness is vanquished. 

Hunger, could be one verse or many. Because hunger holds many meanings. The hunger for food, for love, for hope. Verses sung from the heart and soul, seeking sustenance. 

With all that has been going on these past months, I feel that so many are running on empty. So many have pushed and struggled to find a way to simply survive. Many have been pushed to the limits on their job, struggling to find the strength and energy to go one more day. 

If I could give a gift, I would give the gift of music and the peace of heart to hear it played. A moment to stop, breathe and hear the sounds of the rain as they play the instruments they strike. Be it leaves, a fallen bucket, a child’s toy left outside. May the sounds of the winds through bare branches, a coffee pot or the birds in the distance, add to the rhythm. May the sounds of nature’s music soothe the mind.

 If I could give the gift of music, I would give the gift of the songs of God’s love. The songs of peace, hope, forgiveness given in a birth, life, death and resurrection. The songs of love like none other. That would bring a calm to the soul.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to December Sixteenth; If I Could Give a Gift

  1. Rod Bentley says:

    inspiring as always. I have a new subject for you
    .The value of a smile. I look forward to seeing what you do with it.

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