Like a child at Christmas
New to a world of unbridled joy
Toys and gifts unshelved and labeled just for me
Scantily wrapped in bows to entice
And to celebrate the more beautiful giver
With an eye to Glory and Grace.
But I ran through the piles,
Stepped on a few.
Past love and peace and a new set of eyes.
Past my new heart and a clean mind.
I reached for the lowest branch,
And plucked an eye catching bauble.
As I turned the plastic charm around in my palm
Narcissus, I boasted in my glossy reflection.
Oh the prize of this cheap decor.
But a hook skewered my finger
Biting my pink, immature flesh
It held and my blood dripped upon
The beautiful gifts meant for me.