My Offering

deprivation

of caring

has transformed you

to a sun-dried raisin

desiccated

membrane

I too

am a dehydrated

withered rind

envisioning myself,

in my minds eye,

to be a

sodden

soggy

moist

living-breathing

greenhouse

of life

longing to be

dripping

with vitality                             

scant, precious oil of

my very essence remains

well hidden away

until almost forgotten

gladly

will I

pour myself

out

for you
all that remains of me

to

cover

anoint

fill you

please …

I pray,

do not nullify

the bestowal of a most treasured gift 
this genuine, full heart proffered

infinitely, intimately trusting

allowing myself

to be poured out upon you

only to have it trickle into the dust

to be forgotten

trampled underfoot

as a minor,

inconsequential

token

of no value

even so
love converts doubt into hope
take my hand
so that I may submit my offering ...