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The Gift

By Phillip Hennessy

Thoughts are like Parcels...
They come along, and you open them.
They all look good from the outside
They make you feel good.
They are Gifts
They are *sent* to you.
After we have opened the parcel,
...we look inside.
Sometimes we're Happy
Sometimes we're Sad,
Sometimes they're BIG
Sometimes they're small,
Sometimes we know where they've come from
Sometimes we know who sent them
Some of the *gifts* we choose ourselves
Some we wish, WE had chosen
...but nevertheless - the parcels arrive
..and we have to OPEN them
Having accepted the parcel,
We now have to accept what's inside
...because now, its OURS
we OWN it.

Parcels are like thoughts
they are OURS
we OWN them
Now - what shall we DO with them...?
...Our Parcels, Our Thoughts...?
do we Share them...?
do we Hide them...?
do we show everyone else...?
do we keep them...a secret...?

...but within this parcel was a GIFT
a lot of thoughts have gone into this parcel
who will let those thoughts out...?
shall we unwrap the parcel ourselves
or let others do it for us
shall we open it alone
or let others watch
the anticipation
the excitement
the Joy
the Tears
the Laughter
the Disappointment

It's always really good
to share the Gifts that we receive
then Others can share in the Wonder
of how it feels to Accept a gift
...and SHARE the experience  

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