Sunday, December 24, 2006

XVII: Gifts

The Lord has given you many gifts.
They’re inside you.
You are the wrapping paper for God’s gifts.
Your hair is the ribbon.

When I first realised that God has given me gifts
I tried to figure out what they were.
I shook myself lightly.
Put my ear to my chest.
Looked at my shape and tried to guess what was inside.
Turned myself upside down and rattled myself.

But it was no good.
Eventually I went back to God and asked sweetly if He could help.
And He opened me up.

1 comments:

chopton said...

Hi there! You may have noticed that the poem for Christmas Eve has changed. This is because I didn't like the original post, "The Game", so I replaced it with this effort instead, which I wrote around the same time. I know that this is cheating slightly - sorry! The other poem may make a revamped appearance in the future depending how I feel about it. But I can't promise anything.