Wednesday, January 1, 2014

No Gift at All

Curse the plaintive cry
a lava dome rising 
from the bottom of my selfish crater:

"After all I've done for you…"

Unleash steam vents of guilt 
a chimaera draped around 
the slumped shoulders of obligation

Sacrifice with expectations
is a twisted tire iron 
a crowbar forged to pry
compliance from the hands of free will

A gift with strings is no gift at all

We drag down sacrifice to the dust
make it sad 
weary and despicable

It is not 
"giving up things"
but the opposite

I give with joy
my very best
to the one I love

A spectacular eruption
of unfettered worship

(with thanks to Oswald Chambers)

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