The Season of Giving
At times I am obliviousTaking for granted places seen
Natural miracles that are prodigious
Peace giving auras pristine
Companionship lived privately
Meals shared thankfully
Prayers said with sincerity
Intimacy shared exquisitely
Distracted by events that spear hope
As the savior who gave his last breath
Was asked if self saving was in his scope
If saving them from a desperate path
Was in his basket of miracles
Miracles of faith delivered
Where there was no faith
It was if his message never resonated
With those impaled for an end
Until selfish desires pleaded
As if survival scrubbed their sin
His greatest gift was not words
Worth repeating where acts
Do not match lyrical verbs
Trumpeted as a vanity pact
His gift was forgiveness
His gift was compassion
His gift was empathy
His gift was kindness
His gift was caring for those with less
His gift was no judgement
His gift was fighting corrupt power
His gift was genderless
In fighting faiths gate keepers
In fighting sanctity defined by wealth
He taught his disciples
To deliver this new covenant
Our gift is simple
Receive his message as truth
Live life as his covenant asked
The rest will take care of itself
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2025-12-15 at 18:03
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