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

Comments

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

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

YOU'RE BACK, DAMARIS!

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.
Bravo!

Madalyn Clare | Tue, 05/16/2017

"To live is to love with the passion of a thousand stars. To love is to live despite the pain of a thousand scars. Anything in between is a passing shadow." ~Michael Joseph Murano

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