Does not the beggars palm lend charity,
And thus the heart the sweeter sense?
Thy alms given before his eyes
Bear the fruit of man's enterprise
And promise of life’s reverence.
In sweet vapors ascend with thee
Soothing airs of prosperity.
Yuletide qualms?
Offer gifts, food and alms
It’s Christmas, observe St. Stephen’s plaint...
Be a blessing, serve the needy without restraint,
be Good King Wenceslas, who is the poor man’s saint.
Many suffer, employment at bay
their year-end bonus pay
Boxing Day
i often feel as if i ask too much
and say too little.
this time i will not ask, but rather tell.
of how i fear being too much,
and how i was raised on the belief
that love given solely to me was wasted,
that any charity given to me was too
much for me to possibly deserve.
or how my fear of perception has lead me
astray, wasted ideas and potential caused
by my seemingly everlasting sloth.
only this once will i tell you
of how unremarkable i am, and how truly wonderful i believe you to be.
i need you to listen to me, to close your eyes
and do nothing but live through me.
only for this moment.
only for this worthless minute that you will surely forget will i tell you all there is to know.
just this once, i won’t worry
and i’ll let you feel me so deeply in your soul
that you think that you have become me.
Stretched palms
Seek alms
Three sisters; Faith, Hope, Charity and me
were swimming naked in the moonlight
all together in a sea of tranquility
when gravity threw Hope across the water
it really shouldn't oughta
as that left Faith, Charity and I
but Faith departed can't think why
perhaps because three's a crowd
yet Charity remained unbowed
so to her I gave a tender kiss
not thinking it would be amiss
the slap she handed me it burned
seems it was all much too soon
and on that night the lesson learned
I may as well kiss the moon
For the fortunate
Life begins with love and pain
And so it continues
For those who walk a worthy path
Love and pain
Love and pain
Love and pain
Each ever increasing,
Building,
Combining
Through powerful struggle
To form precious art
Like that made from stained glass and fire
We can only hope
That our love
Can burn
So strong and so bright
That something beautiful remains
When we’re gone
A-bsent, but caring
B-ound by social anxiety
C-ontinuing Christian charity
D-elighting in incognito
E-nthusiastic in spirit
What is
benevolence?
A poor cocoon
peels off his fine silk coat
and gifts it to a tycoon
Be graceful.
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Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,
Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only half a month,
Tearfully I had to take a loan, with lot of hesitation,
Loan office quipped, “If you are not in debt, you are not an American”.
Years passed, took many loans, paid many,
Worked hard, made some money,
Family flourished, till all moved,
Now I am in an empty nest.
Now I get kissed daily by,
The passing breeze of awakening,
What good is life if it does not help anyone,
Needy need food, money to educate, keep them healthy.
When I sponsor few needy students to go thru college,
I am not helping just one, but generations to come,
When hungry get food, they become strong and get ready to work,
When sick gets better, their whole life sees wonderful future.
As for awakening, I am moving away from selfish life,
Wrapping up my earthly belongings,
Readying my one suitcase,
Never know when the call comes to leave the world.
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Hope never drains from her eyes,
never short of excitement from a simple surprise,
and Faith in a lord
was always on board,
with more than a drop of Charity.
The sight of her nourishes souls,
with the most treasured morsels
from the high table of the
fine banquet of living.
She is all giving.
She is all loving,
for those who wish she were so.
This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you." -- Jesus Christ of Nazareth
John 15:12 KJV Bible
I study
each face as I walk
crowded streets
do they see?
me in them and them in me
parts of one body
I will hope
for more compassion
<3 charity <3
I love you!
this wilderness of mirrors
reflects who I am
Oh abundant child without a care or whim,
Am I broken and beaten because of my sin,
Am I lonely and sickly because of mistakes,
Is your refusal to help me because I'm a fake,
If you close your heart to me this is no lie,
I will trust in God and sleep in the sky,
And you Mrs. Perfect what shall you do when you die?
Any you do
Spent for aid
That needs your help.
Small deeds help
A leap of joy
To those in need.
Don't let left hand
See what right hand
It comes for help.
Help those in need
Love as you can
God do the rest.
A New Year
Happy New Year
to you and yours.
From us... all.
Those who love the morning.
Those that love the day.
Those that count the stars...
in the dark sky all along the way.
Those that trust,
that God has control,
in the light of the moment,
and in the darkness
of the forever black.
Rest well friends.
Know that there is a tomorrow,
because our world has hope.
Without it,
no one could cope...
with the chaos.
Be still and know God.
Be still and know that you,
were made...
so never be afraid.
Be happy in the New Year,
and say goodbye to the old.
Be bold in your actions,
and never cold in your heart.
Happy New Year,
a new chance to do more,
and better than ever before...
Have faith,
and believe...
that we all want peace.
Eturknity's Legacy
In the shadows of the neon light,
Eturknity rides, ready for the fight.
Rolling through realms, where legends arise,
A gamer’s heart beneath the starry skies.
With every challenge, he aims for the throne,
In memory of his brother, he's never alone.
Let the pixels light the way,
In this multiverse where shadows play.
Eturknity, rise up, stand tall,
For your brother’s legacy, you’ll never fall.
Level up the cause, the mission is clear,
Charities blossom with each gamer’s cheer.
Streaming the journey, breaking every chain,
In the game of life, he’ll never wane.
For every life saved, a tribute is made,
As he plays on, their memories won’t fade.
In every quest, in every fight,
His heart beats strong in the endless night.
Written By: Jessica Mackey
For my son: @Eturknity on YouTube
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