As the Gift, So the Giver

It was only when I became aware of all the gifts I had received that I asked who the giver was. What a shocking realization: because the gifts were surely divine, then equally as surely, the giver must also have been divine. ~ Voices of Recovery (Kindle Locations 926-928).

After a few years
the gifts don't surprise you,
at least not much,
for they bear the image
(not literally unless that, too,
is who the person is)
of the giver, reflect that person,
embody and symbolize
making them that much more dear.

We walk through the doors
of the rooms of recovery,
begin to wish for what people have,
to act as if when we cannot believe,
to accept direction and follow,
to surrender and find a benevolent master.
Some of us have the obsession removed,
completely and permanently,
as we could never have managed
but for the miracle of the rooms.
Some take longer, but it works
and even if the presenting problem lingers
the other maddening elements slip into sanity.

We walk through the doors thinking, maybe,
there could just possibly be some kind of power
that can give us what we see,
and eventually what we see is not just recovering people
but the miracle of recovery itself. And we see the Power.