Doing Good

DOING GOOD “Tired am I”, You told me the other day my friend, “for many good deeds have I been doing for so long but recognition for my contribution haven’t I received any, why?” Here is my reply to you, gentle friend of mine Written with the tenderness your kind heart has come So well to know, Tell me: Does the sun care to be appreciated for the affection it Embraces the earth Or For the caresses its rays so abundantly dispense to Each mountaintop? Does the cloud request a reward for the load it carries In its bosom Or For the drops of rain that so kindly bestows onto the Arid ground? Does the earth seek payment from the seed when into Its soil planted Or For the fruits the trees so bigheartedly distribute, rebellious Stomachs to appease? Does the bee demand compensated to be for pollinating The flowers Or For producing its divine honey that even the immortals so Much enjoy? Does the wind ever insist on any fee when through the Leaves whispers Or For when the murmur of brooks and the melody of singing Birds transmitting? Shouldn’t we, my loving friend, inspired by nature’s unselfish Examples be And Share our soul’s wealth, expecting nothing in return, from our Fellow humans? And finally Is there anything we could ever think, nobler and holier to be, than Lord’s will, we to be doing? © Demetrios Trifiatis 11 NOVEMBER 2013