"Here I am."  I say before you
Naked as my soul I bare
All I have is what I offer
Packed in boxes at which you stare

This one marked as "Thoughts/Ideas"
That one "Feelings," "Emotions" too
"Looks" and "Talent" by "A Quiet Spirit"
Will they be enough for you?

I watch you open all my treasures
Holding each one in your hands
Examining the valued items
"Is there not more?" you demand.

I slowly shake my head with sadness
I have shown you all I own
I carefully place them back inside me,
And hurry on to be alone.

I travel to the Great Box Gifter
And beg, "Please change what I'm to be!"
He wiped my tears and whispered softly
"I've made all these to honor me."

From me he takes each box now opened
And smiles at everything he made
"It's good!" he cries, I watch him closely
"Worth every price that I have paid."

Then holds He me in arms of comfort
At peace with all that is to be
Treasured by the Great Box Gifter
Who loves all things that make up me


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