Tuesday, April 10, 2007

“Love’s Customer”

They say LOVE cannot be bought
Neither wrapped or tied up with gold ribbons
In a box—
That it is free,
Deliberate and liberally
Begot,
Like a mountain tune whistling through
Dark wide caves
And rivers that run and
Meet the looming ocean waves.

Still, our love was paid for,
Bought with another soul’s blood.
It was wrapped in crimson’s regality
Then tied and nailed on a cross…
It was never free.
The price—
Beyond money’s worth
Or human validity…

Beginning with a virgin’s pure cry
Then, A Father’s gift--
Heaven swaddled within
A hay-filled manger;
And alas, under Bethlehem’s starlit view
Christmas’ Greatest little Customer.

2 comments:

Bluebirdy said...

just testing to see if it allows me to leave comments here. Wow, you are a prolific poetess. I am not near as good as you nor as prolific. I have enough to fill a small book, but nothing as beautiful as yours. Love you sis.
Sheila

Karla said...

Hi Debbie

I read your other blog last night and saw this today... I love writing but poetry has never been my strong point but I'll try one this month being the month of poetry and maybe you can help me see if its good and you can post it on your blog :)

I love you tons

Karla