As children, lost in worlds grown-ups forget, <br />pass by some anniversary day unmarked, <br />then, gently minded, run in childish shame <br />into the garden, there to seek and bring <br />some wilting flower in warm and loving hand; <br /> <br />or proffer favourite toy, without a thought <br />that such a gesture might be their own loss; <br />so I, who seek to bring you, Lord, some gift <br />in words for all in life I have not earned; <br /> <br />a childish present, offered to observe <br />the everlasting birthday of Your world, <br />with flower You made, and toy wrought by Your skills; <br /> <br />accept, I pray, as father does a child: <br />my thoughts were elsewhere; Your world me beguiled...<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0230-thanksoffering/
