Gift for the Giver

A Poem By Damaris Ann // 5/15/2017

Like a tiny spring
From an everlasting River
Lord let me be
A gift for the Giver
So little You've asked
I've failed so much
My face unmasked
By Your lawful touch
I've stumbled so often
Complained with disgruntle
Yet You my heart softened
Won over my struggle
Please empty this spring
Sweet merciful River
Let joy now careen
As a gift for the Giver


Damaris!! It's so good to see

Damaris!! It's so good to see you on here. :) The rhythm in this is fabulous, and so deliciously spot on. On top of that, you have some really lovely phrasing at work here and you communicate your message so beautifully--this could be a song, maybe, or a refrain featured in a story or book. I just love the phrase too--"a gift for the Giver". You have that alliteration and then the repetition; it's all so wonderfully done! Truly, this may rank up there with one of your best.

I hope you're able to get over your fog, or at least to a place where you're feeling better! I remember going through a spell like that a couple years back myself, when I couldn't seem to read or write or do anything remotely creative. I'm actually coming out of one of those phases at the moment, after finishing up school--reconnecting with books and writing. I promise it'll get better! Hang in there, and in the meantime, know we're thinking of you!

Madeline | Mon, 05/15/2017


Hello, Damaris! It's been so long!
Oh my goodness, I agree with Madeline wholeheartedly in saying that this poem has ranked itself up with your Top Five. Its cadence is lovely and its message is innocent and simple but also deep and profound. Your uses of repetition are genius and your rhymes are not the cliche, predictable sort.
And I totally get the brain fog, too! NOT fun at ALL.

Madalyn Clare | Thu, 05/25/2017

Introverts unite!
From the comfort of your own homes!

Sorry to hear about the brain

Sorry to hear about the brain fog! But this is a lovely little poem. Glad to read more from you! : )

Hannah D. | Tue, 05/16/2017

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton

Oh girls! You are all so

Oh girls! You are all so sweet. Thanks so much!! My mind feels more "awake" now, so hopefully I'll be posting regularly again. :) love you all! <3

Damaris Ann | Wed, 05/24/2017

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Ugh, I understand about the

Ugh, I understand about the brain fog. I'm glad your mind feels like its waking up, and that it continues to do so as you experience your own personal little spring! Sometimes it takes time, but my own creativity/alertness sometimes comes and goes in waves. And as you also know, I went through a heavy period in my life this past fall and winter...and finally (finally finally) everything seems lighter and brighter. TOOK LONG ENOUGH haha. But I just get the feeling of "can barely do anything".

Hope your muse visits again, though, because this was beautiful...what a precious poem. And your rhythm is ON POINT. I read it while happening to listen dramatic music that someone was the perfect backdrop and beat hahaha. I could read this over and over:

"Like a tiny spring
From an everlasting River
Lord let me be
A gift for the Giver
So little You've asked
I've failed so much
My face unmasked"

Because it feels so good in my mouth!

Totally could be a song, too.

Sarah Bethany | Thu, 05/25/2017

SARAH!!! <3 <3 <3

Aww girly. Heavy times are tough, but coming out of them we always see their worth, don't we?? Spiritual and emotional growth is worth all kinds of crazy pain.
Thank you for letting me in on a glimpse of your rainbow-hearted life. You are treasured, as are your comments. <3

Damaris Ann | Wed, 05/31/2017

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.


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