The Package Poem by Robert Glass

What is that package in you hand?
It looks fragile,
Yet you sling it around as though it were unbreakable;
I think it's a gift,
An irreplaceable bit of something -
A gift you were meant to carry along the journey -
You know,
That path that holds the gold at the end of the rainbow.
Be careful,
I see your package has scars,
But it didn't come that way.
In the beginning, it was so pure,
And now there are so many stains upon its surface.
Yeah. I have a package too,
But I've learned to be circumspect of it,
More reverent of it.
I treat it as though I were carrying the whole universe in my hands.
Yeah, that package - it's you - the real you!
And it's your task to carry, no one else can do it for you!
Yeah, that package, you've brought with you
From somewhere special;
And someday, if you haven't dropped in the gutter -
Left it behind,
You'll have to return it.
Yeah, that package you must carry from Home to here...
Back to Home.