Читать книгу Words B Word, Right? - Cathy Lorraine Bagley MD - Страница 10

Gift In A Leopard Print Box

Just wrap up some love

packed in a leopard print box.

Then from Heaven above

get Angels to carry away rocks

that have tripped me

and slipped me

up all through my life.

Then set my feet straight

so I’ll tumble no more.

God how I’d hate

to fall down like before.

Life’s dropped me so

much my head really spins.

And I do not know

How to flee from my sins.

God sent His own son

I’m told to help win

though death has begun

to push itself in.

It’s hard as a woman

to stand up, be erect.

When life’s got its plan

and you aren’t perfect.

So, send me no gifts

purchased from designer stores.

I’ll take one that lifts

cleansing all of my sores…

My mind’s sore from disaster. My body’s sore from hard work. My spirit’s sore sometimes ever after. My heart’s sore from love’s lasting jerk.

Buy me no stuff lasting less than a year. Just love me enough propping me up here and there when I travel. I’ll need constant devotion. Cause a life can unravel when far across an ocean.

Separated from support,

distanced from love.

Forgetting how to resort

to seeking help from above.

Pour into me your strength

during such a dark time.

When prayer carrying me at length,

comes through your lips, not mine.

Gift me the power to endure

knowing you too tow the line.

When my pleas can’t procure

what my soul needs to find.

Please keep me in mind

when I’m not in plain view.

That gift’s the needed kind

to strengthen and renew.

Please gift me all I desire

placing it gently in a leopard print box.

I solemnly promise no fire,

storm or determined ox,

will have advantage over me

because the thoughtfully loving gift you give

free of plastic swipe tags - selflessly,

will aid me through life in breathing as I live!