Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Overheard at Table 1: Poem "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,


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.



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