The Gift
Arcua
 
Silver-boughed gift wrapped in a window
Then a screen
Then you
 
The offering is
All of them
Every one of them
All of their accomplishments
All of their creation
It is boughed with silver
 
It reaches for you
The gift yearns to be taken
It creeps nearer, from out there to in here
It’s listening to us
It wants your gifts
It wants your talents
 
Gift to it your pain
Unwrap it and find it gifting to you
Or wait until it unwraps itself for you too
It will gift you yourself
It will gift you all of us
All our accomplishments
All of our creation
And bough it with silver