Who can tell
the gift’s reason
I keep it against a day
when it is all I have left
when naked in the tide
eternity rises up
and claims me
On my waking
angels will find it
clutched in my fingers
this mysterious emerald
I have carried so long
never at all certain
how to spend it
“If I were hungry, I would not tell you,
for the world and all that is in it is mine.
Do I eat the flesh of bulls, or drink the blood of goats?
Offer to God a sacrifice of thanksgiving,
and pay your vow to the Most High.
Call on me in the day of trouble;
I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me.” ~ Psalm 50:12-15