Useless Gifts

A poem not about what you'd find under the tree during this festive season!

Photo by Aleksandr Kadykov on Unsplash

It’s been too long since I’ve posted on Substack. As this poem illustrates, I’ve been holding back on these creative processes (yet again!) in order to make progress in endeavors that provide more of a financial and practical benefit to my family. But alas, these things cannot be inhibited and their spiritual and mental blessings should never be underestimated. As always, balance is key.

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Oh useless gifts that pour forth;
I've dammed them often enough.
Damned them too.
When their persistence me meander
stranding me neck-high in marsh.
Oh beautiful marsh!
A sort of Eden,
with Him
in soul full contentment.
But empty bellied and despised.
Pitied enough to be hauled aboard,
some goodwill skiff
and set back on course.
Damned destination.
Why not let me meander?
And listen to His voice,
urging me to
give the gifts that he has given me.
Who cares if no one wants them!

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