Gifts That Last Forever

My father gave me many gifts over the years. His final Christmas gift to me was a simple poem that he said summed up his life and his personal philosophy. He has been gone for five years and I think how his values and perspectives shaped my life. Near the end he shared many stories and he reminded me its not the things in life that make a difference its the time spent with those who care…
Here is the poem he gave me as a final gift…
Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
“What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered “The names of those who love the Lord.”
“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said “I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.”
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.
James Henry Leigh Hunt
