A Christmas Revelation

They gave me gifts, but said they came from someone else.
You gave me a gift, that others told me about.

They told me stories about these gifts.
Stories a child could believe.

One day, I no longer believed the stories.
But the gifts kept coming and I pretended to believe.

I wanted to believe, belief brought comfort;
keeping me warm inside, when the world was cold.

Now I knew too much; I had learned how to survive on my own.
I was shivering; but I couldn’t go back.

Yet the gifts kept coming;
whether I believed or not.

Then one day, I didn’t open a gift.
It opened me.

It opened up a heart that had grown cold.
And now the stories don’t matter; the gift of love is real.

– Michael Lindsay

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About Beyond The Letter

Mike is a designer and writer. He blogs about the spiritual side of life at www.BeyondTheLetter.com. Additional background and sample pages from his book of spiritual poetry can be found at www.dyingtolivebook.com.

Posted on December 25, 2014, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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