ABOUNDING TREASURES
BELIEVE
Born with gifts
All of us.
Yes, YOU,
And you,
And you.
Treasures,
Abounding treasures,
Spilling over the top.
The pirates’ prized capture.
But these treasures are yours.
They belong to You.
To you,
And to you.
There was no battle,
No pillage or plunder.
,
We are gifted
From the beginning,
The very very beginning.
A voice.
An imagination,
A skillful hand,
A desire
To create,
To shape,
To give birth,
To bring to the light of day
The magic,
Your magic,
Yes, YOUR magic.
Sad
How early on,
Very early on,
Too early in our Springtime,
Our treasure is pushed back
Down
Into the womb of our soul.
Dismissive eyes,
Scolding voices,
Stiff cold arms,
Icy hands,
Terror-able sayings.
“You’re nothing.
You’re nobody.
I don’t see you.
You’re in the way.
Don’t cry,
Don’t lose your temper,
When I hurt you.
Take it!
Silently.”
When the time comes
To love,
The most precious gift,
Lying dormant in our soul,
We cannot give.
Wake up!
Dig,
Deeply.
It’s there,
Yours to give.
Everything else
Is just stuff.
Stuff we’ve collected
To survive.
Our quirks,
Our quocks,
Our defenses,
Our contolling ways,
All stuff,
Hardly the treasures
Of a Spring time
Long ago.
Please,
Believe
In a new Springtime.
Share with him or her
Your magic
Your treasure.
It’s never too late.
Never too late.