Thursday, December 24, 2020

I am a Gingerbread House: A Poem



I am a gingerbread house,
My frame made
From the finest ingredients
Imported from a secret place.[i]
I proudly stand up on my own,
Four sides and a roof,
But on the outside I am drab,
Too plain to gain attention.
So I paint my face with sweet paste,
Design windows and a door,
But they are fake and do not open;
You can’t get in or see into my core.
I add colorful confections,
Which sparkle, shimmer, and shine
And cause a glimmer of interest from passersby,
A glance here, a glance there.
But they don’t linger,
So I work harder.
I pile on pretty treats
Till my top is covered—
And heavy.
Some notice,
Some like, some tweet,
But my sides grow weak
I wobble under pressure
My seams crack
I can’t hold it together
I fall apart
My walls sprawl open,
Revealing all my emptiness
I am a broken mess,
Racked with sobs,
Hold me, hold me, hold me
He hears me
The One Who holds all things together[ii]
Hastens to my rescue
And upholds me with His everlasting arms[iii]
Enfolds me with His love,
Fixes all my broken pieces,
And fills me with unsurpassing peace[iv]
He sets a flickering flame in place
And turns this gingerbread house
Into a dwelling house for Him.[v]

 

 

 

 

6 comments:

  1. Beautifully said. Thank you, Desiree, for reminding us that “in Him all things hold together,” even our lives.

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  2. So glad we have our Lord and Savior to keep us together!

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  3. You are so gifted with your words Desiree. I love reading, especially when you do poetry. <3

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