Karen Jones Poet Rhyme

The Giving Season

“Peace on earth will come to stay,
When we live Christmas every day”
            Helen Steiner Rice

I saw a beggar at the street light
I rolled up my window in fuchsia fright 
You may ask me the question why
I fear men more than I fear Christ 

The truth is ugly is it not so
Perhaps I have no cash to dispose
Even if that is the case I know
God frowns upon a stingy soul

I donated to the charity on tv
For kids Christmas by Salvation Army
I don’t feel bad they once helped me
And tis the season to help those who need

Saw another panhandling man
Thought to myself well here’s my chance
Offered to buy him food or groceries 
He declined says he only wants cash money 

But his sign said he needs food
Not trying to be funny or rude
I had no cash and indeed I refuse
To give him money to buy booze

So I told him that I had no cash
It wasn’t a lie to tell him that
I didn’t care if he was upset or mad
Looking at me judging me with a laugh

Peace on earth is a delicacy indeed
This man and his demons a mystery
He obviously wanted money from me
But instead got prayer that God meets needs

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Constance La France December 7, 2025 at 3:36 AM Karen, wonderfully penned poem, it has happened to me also, we have a lot of homeless in my city begging at street corners and many are as you describe but not all, some weep when offered food and nothing touches the heart more, don't give up on all who reach out a hand, blessings, Constance Karen Jones December 7, 2025 at 3:54 AM Thanks Constance! Yes I feel bad for the sincere ones. I know God is still working on me. Thanks for reading!