The Gift by Anonymous

I got your gift, boy.

I wonder how long you had held that, wanting so badly to give it to Me, but unsure if it would be welcome, afraid of the repercussions.

I can tell it was chosen with so much care, with so much knowledge of me.  Only someone who knows me as well as you could have chosen so perfectly.

I returned it back to you, yes.

Not that I didn't love it.  I did.  It was beautiful, and touching.

However, nothing material can replace what I really want.  I want more. I want you.  I want you to come to me, bearing that gift to kneel at my feet and beg for me to take you.

I wonder if you are brave enough to do so.