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The Gift

The Gift
This is for you, he said with a grin
Sliding the package toward me.
I grimaced as I saw the dirt on his hands,
But the look in his eyes tugged at my heart.
Thank you, I managed, as I took the parcel
Laying it quietly aside.
His eyes went moist with disappointment when he saw
That his offering did not make me smile
Like the other shiny packages.
A dull ache caught in my throat,
I felt a tear in the corner of my eye.
Shamed, I picked up the lumpy present,
So rough that it held no shape.
His eyes brightened as I pulled away the blue ribbon
Recycled from bits of old Christmas decorations.
Carefully removing the worn paper, I gasped
When I saw the cherry wood jewelry box.
Inside was a jewel, carved with his own small hands,
A piece of quartz saved, from the riverbank.
Kept safe in his secret place for many months,
Fashioned exquisitely into a heart shaped pendant.
The luster reflected in his brown eyes
Rivaled the magnificence of a priceless diamond.
Pennies, nickels, and dimes, scrounged and saved
From weeks of small chores
Patiently he had laid each tiny coin aside until
He could buy the simple chain and the wooden box.
Tears streamed silently down my face,
Glowing from warmth radiating from his little smile.
I’m not sure what hurt the most,
Shame for my sleeping heart,
Or the reality of the love this small child could have.
Sparkling tinsel and shiny bauble slipped from view
As tiny arms encircled my neck.
Merry Christmas from The PeaceWriter.
Peace and love to all.


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Welcome to The Peacewriter.

We all want to belong somewhere, to someone. It is a basic human need.

If you have ever experienced a period of doubt or questioned your beliefs in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, you know that this is not a minor thing. It is tantamount to a crisis, and one that can be life altering.

Lose your testimony, and you stand to lose everything that matters.

There are those who exist on the fringes of the Church, who feel disenfranchised, even unwanted. If you are single, gay or lesbian, feminist, atheist, or uncorrelated, it can be tough to feel like a part of the community. You may feel that you do not belong.

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If you have ever loved someone who endured a faith crisis, you know that there are a lot of gray areas. Uncertainty is the dominant force; black and white become moot points.

Those who have walked the same path share a common bond, understood by few who have not traveled the same road.

This is the place to share common experiences, to find a voice, to be heard. This is the place to seek after peace, and to find it in the common ties we share.

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