Boxes

"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