What gifts do we bring

To offer here

With close caught breath

And trembling hands

It could be gold

An exotic spice

Perhaps a bitter perfume

What lies beneath these wrappings

Shiny and tied with a bow?

Pain, hurt

Grief, loss

Sorrow, regret

A despair that can’t be eased?

Look deep in the box

You’ll also find

Joy, compassion, and love.

Untie the strings

Pry open the lid

Give the gift

That’s yours to give

A present whose time is now

If you offer yourself

Just as  you are

The holy embrace

Will leave you stunned

Take it in and give it back

Gifts are meant

To be opened

As roses are made

To bloom.

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