The Ultimate Gift

by Ronald Edwards   Dec 4, 2010


With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below.
Weeping, sorrow and distress
while doubts inside me grow.

This vantage point, not one of choice
head bent I clearly see.
Soldiers below, move to and fro,
angry they spit on me.

Will memories when I was born
when young in cradle cloth,
make all rejoice and exchange
gifts wove from silken moth?

The days I spent among them,
walking in their skin.
Born to man, a desperate clan,
now ransom for their sin.

If I was to come again
will Worship part their lips?
Would all remember what I gave,
the pain from cracking whips?

Or will they praise a fresh cut tree
hang lights with garland round,
instead of praising what I gave
a gift thats so profound?

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  • 6 years ago

    by Sylvia

    The true meaning of Christmas, a message that I sincerely hope and wish that all would remember. Well done.

  • 6 years ago

    by Cindy

    Ron
    What a awesome piece. So many people are forgetting what this gift was given for.
    Excellent!
    Take Care
    Cindy

  • 6 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    I wish I was able to give you more then a 5. I got chills reading each word at first I was a little confused but soon realized what you were speaking of.
    I am so impressed with this poem, I hope everyone here reads this and absorbs exactly what you were trying to say.
    awesome, no brilliant.

  • 6 years ago

    by Jad

    I really liked this poem as it gave a good description of what Christmas came around for. There were some parts that had some imagery and it made it very nice to see what was happening as we read the poem. Also the flow was descent as it only got a little distant a few times. All in all, a great read and story. Great job and keep writing.