My gift to you this Christmas is who I am inside.
No longer, living from my fear, will I try to hide
the me it’s taken forty years of living to unearth.
Yes, I have grown and changed; a new me has found its birth.
I’m different in the blessed now than in the blessed past.
Experience has shaped me with a Love I know will last.
From the center of this Love I’ve wrapped your gift with care.
Inside you’ll find my deepest truth that I now freely share.
I haven’t stopped my growing; nor asked for change to end.
As you watch, it’s possible, you’ll find me ’round the bend.
Wherever I may go in life, whatever I believe,
you’ll know ’cause through my actions, my truth you will perceive.
Please take my gift unto yourself, however you may choose.
No strings you’ll find attached, my friendship you’ll not lose.
However my truth strikes you, it’s mine, not yours, I know.
Blessings for your journey, friend, as on your path you go.
By Jeanne Loehnis, December 2002
3 Replies to “My Gift”
What a gift to read on Christmas morning, it is meant to be! I am touched by your light and love.
Oh Merry Christmas dear Jan! Treasure your moments … and the gift that YOU are!