What Gift do you Bring?
What Gift do you Bring?
A piece of Paper—
empty, life-less…
without color.
A box of Pencils—
endless colors…
sitting, as if in waiting.
For so long their ‘points’
longed for union~~~connection.
A Story—
in a mind
always creating…
still~~~holding back
WONDERING, PONDERING, HESITATING.
What gift can I bring?
Then ‘She’ knelt upon
the frozen earth
under the silent moon
lighting the empty paper.
She picked up the colored pencils
or maybe they picked her?
None the less,
She ‘mused’ them ‘into’ the
naked page…
Splashing with delight
She discovered ‘her-story.’
It was her gift to bring
and NOW how could she
not share it with the world?
A Love Story
filled with the tapestry of colors
and the page, or pages of paper
are anything but empty.
Oh dear friend, I see you throughout this poem. You have mused so much of yourself into your poetry and your sketches. And now we are the ones who are blessed because you dared to share your gifts with all of us. Don’t ever second guess yourself, Sandy. What you have to offer us is enlightening!