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Sunday, February 07, 2010

Perfect gift

It's funny, because I often disparage the time I spent working in a cubicle -- I say how it sucked the life out of me... I say how wrong I was for that kind of life.

But sometimes magic comes from there.

When I was last full-time-employed, I worked with a gal named Renie Howard. She died last month of cancer. She was a proofreader in our office... but her title really ought to have been Beautiful Soul; Gentle Presence. Renie was what Joel would affectionately refer to as "fruity" -- linen-wearin', peace-talkin', natural eatin', makeup-eschewin'. My friend (and former coworker) Michelle sent me this poem Renie wrote, and I share it with you, because it is magic.

Perfect Gift

Go naked
before God.
Stop looking in the mirror
and messing with your hair.
Don't worry
what everyone else
is wearing
or whether you look fat.

Go naked
to the Beloved
in full daylight.
Make a love-offering
of your
It's the only thing you have
to give
so give it joyfully.

Hold nothing back.
Place the whole absurd
and precious package
in the palm of the
where Love will receive it
with infinite
and delight.
don't you know?

You are the perfect gift.
-Renie Rae Howard


The Morrows said...

Oh wow. That's beautiful. So sorry you lost a friend. :(

Anonymous said...

It's a stunning poem. It makes me think of how very alive your friend is, only in another way, in another place. I felt this. Deeply. Thank you so much.

Heather said...

Wow. Thank you for sharing that Meg. I will pass it on. I'm so sorry you lost your friend.