GIFTS OF SECRET
(REVISED)
Before us lies two gifts...
The gift inside, no matter the value,
Considered less if in brown wrap.
Garbage in fancy paper and ribbon thought priceless.
Wrapper ‘tis rubbish.
Inner gift being the delight of the finder.
Not “paper” which serves one purpose,
To cloak for a moment.
Dig into the comeliness of out,
Gaze with disgust upon the inward worthless filth.
Truly insightful men will not judge on shroud alone,
But on prize and beauty discovered inside.
More often then not...
Those wise enough to see value of the inner gift is most commonly in like wrap.
The meek and internally beautiful need to just let the world gaze upon there secret glory.
For in the eyes of the beholder, they shall be revealed as a striking mural.
A rose by any other smell would have just as many thorns.
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Just a thought by: Justin H. Sanderson
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