This Gift Of Joy
This could be
so very brief
this gift of joy.
This could be forever:
it is golden
like a summer afternoon.
Out of grief
and out of folly
come these blessings --
You and I
the orphans
come into our own.
And who are we
but strangers?
I do not understand
how God or fate
could mean for us
this gift of joy.
Come take my hand
and tell me
this is not a dream --
say this is forever:
I'll believe it
if you do.