Saturday 11 April 2015

Charity



How noble is the charitable soul

But when trumpets are blown of charity given

How ignoble, how uncharitable!

The giver’s superiority,

Underlines the receiver’s inferiority:

You are an orphan

I feed you, bend down piously

To fill your plate

It is not I but God’s hand through me

I shrink in embarrassment

Forgive me

I am here and you are there

But for a quirk of fate

I would rather hide and donate

No one should know

Charity when proclaimed

Loses its sheen

The golden good intention

Turning to a heavy leaden burden…

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