The Hallelujah Package

A Poem By Alexis Ragan

I step out my front door, hands full, to be unexpectedly met by it. The homemade meal. Spontaneous waltzes in the kitchen. Fragrant roses cradled to the nose. Suddenly I begin to, in all of its entirety, bask in the overwhelming gifts of God. I inhale blessings and exhale thank you’s. There is fullness to be found in this exercise. In the same place, softened by a frozen spotlight of sun, cause for remembrance of things given scale heights I cannot fathom. Evidence of goodness surrounds me, has always abounded me. Take it from the rhapsody of a stranger’s praise. You never know when there is someone around the corner on the verge of tears ready to tell you how they could, at the drop of a hat, weep over the condition of the day or the twinkling of the stars. Recognition of Him unwinds before my eyes. I have been taken care of by the Lord before day one began. Seeing this will receive no passing glance any longer. Recharged and rejoicing in the front of my yard, I stand in clear knowing now I am in need of nothing else, in fact, I have always been overflowing with more than just necessities, and when I capture the gratitude, life feels light as air. This all started when I slowed down to unwrap the package left at the entryway to my house. There was a note attached to it, simply saying, “Hallelujah.”