The Gift

Special delivery
Wrapped in gold and silver
Tarnished in time
From Exposure
Layered protection
From the Sun

Unwrapped
Peeling back the layers
Skins shed
Old flesh cast aside
A return of sparkle
Digging deeper

Pay dirt exposed
Naked vulnerability
Polishing cloths reveal
Value never diminished
Worth of self replenished
Shining and gleaming

The Gift
For many years unseen
Camouflaged within the seams
Hidden within a closed heart
Ready to be set free
The Gift, This Gift of God 
is me 

Each life, a gift from the Earth
Meeting the Ethers 
Created in flesh to serve
A purpose, an expression 
Of Greatness
At times lost in layers
Of confusion, delusion 

The value of which
Remains the same
Despite the tarnish
Nor shine of varnish
Each gift is infinite

Namaste