James J

The Greatest Gift

Copyright, James J

In the darkest hour of the night
An old woman in my dreams appeared.
“I’ve something to give you,”
She gently whispered in my ear.

In the darkest hour of the night
She pulled from her tattered coat
A wrinkled leather pouch
And inside, a yellowed paper note.

“This,” she spoke, “is the greatest
thing throughout the land.
For with it, all your dreams and wishes
Are in the palm of your hand.”

In the darkest hour of the night
She passed me the leathered gift,
And on the note was written,

“There is a bridge across the rift.”

In the early gray of morning
I that day did part
With the greatest gift of all:

Hope planted in my heart.