Overheard at Table 1: Poem "Gifts"

 

Gifts

 

One baby, born on one day, on one specific year,

The embodiment of grace,

The gift,

Given freely from a bountiful God, saying,

“Here I am,

For you,

Innocent.

Kill me.”

 

And we do,

With every keystroke Amazon purchase,

With every overstuffed Outlet Mall shopping bag,

With every liqueur-filled chocolate,

With every glass raised at the family feast

To toast family and friends and food.

MR

2020-1209