Long Generosity Poems
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Should the good be judged
for not having given enough?
Some will face humiliation or reprimand,
not by Christ Himself, but by folks who bluff!
There are many ways of giving,
it depends on willingness and feeling;
the most generous ones will give abundantly,
and those who aren't will give little obviously.
Then who should be judged harshly?
The ones who give out of the kindness
of their hearts, or the ones who are forced by society?
True givers are never asked...they give with eagerness.
In the eyes of the Creator, generosity is another virtue of human mercies...
when feeding the hungry with food and their soul with God's comforting words.
Well-to-do-folks and millionaries give away lots of money to charities,
but only a fraction of that amount is given to the needy who still knock on doors.
Nowdays even the good, who give of themselves, will be judged
for not doing enough to help the poor in constant distraught,
but isn't compassion more significant than any monetary amount?
Didn't Jesus praise the meager woman who gave all she had?
Even good persons will be judged for their character,
for not having done enough when they could have;
ah, the judgment of the condemned will be harsher...
some believe it's a bluff, and they continue to misbehave!
There are different ways of giving,
it depends on how a heart is feeling;
the most generous give abundantly
and those less kind give meagerly!
Then who should be judged harshly?
The ones who hesitate to demonstrate kindness,
and are motived by their eagerness,
or those who are cold and refuse to show mercy?
In the eyes of God generosity is very delightful
when a hungry mouth devours a meal and is full;
be generous and give away some of your riches...
if abundance has blessed you beyond expectations!
Even good people will be judged for their character,
they might be humble, but their joy is undeniable;
everybody doubts that opening hearts has its rewards...
won't they feel a tenderness that is louder than cheer?
King’s double gladly wears his hero’s shield, preparing to take the hit.
If someone dies today, let it be me Les says, his generosity full lit.
The king is okay with someone else dying, he is a bit of a thug.
He sees his subject as a peon, a speck, a sand particle or small bug
Les has no idea that his king is this way, for he knows him not at all.
He has been raised to think his monarch is kind, respectful and tall.
Who will wear the king’s armor? Who will join the battle today?
Les offers to gladly, his feet solid in integrity, not one bit of clay.
He is introduced to King Marcus, who barely gives him a glance.
Then he suits up in the royal armor, to give the monarch a chance.
The king dies in his bed of gout while the army is fighting the fight.
What can we do? The royals ask. How can we make this right?
They had paid attention to the King’s double. He was totally kind.
Would the country figure out a switch? Is what is fully in their mind.
They wait until the end of battle, then make Les their new king.
He is selfless and worthy, and brings to the kingdom a total new zing.
January 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 43-45
Key Verse– Genesis 43:14 And God Almighty give you mercy…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GIVES US HIS MERCY
Praise be to God for giving us His mercy midst:
Ill business-dealings
Infectious blame-disease
Intervening bereavement-days
Inflicted bondage-desperation
Genesis 43:23 Praise be to the Lord for giving us treasures of:
Heavenly peace
Holy principles
Healthy poise
Homely packs
Hefty provisions
Hearty presents
Happy pacts
Genesis 43:29 Praise be to the Almighty for being gracious unto us in our:
Weeping’s weariness
Worry’s wastefulness
Welfare’s wellness
Winning’s worthiness
Work’s wakefulness
Genesis 44:7, 17 Praise be to the Saviour for forbidding us to do evil since we are His:
Servants optimizing His grace
Soldiers battling against evil
Saints exalting His glory
Saved praising His name
Stewards being faithful in doing His business
Sanctified walking along righteousness
Sheep following the Shepherd
Soulwinners reaching-out to others
Genesis 45:5 Praise be to Christ for sending us toward:
Preservation of life through His Gospel
Proclamation of deliverance through His greatness
Preaching of peace through His goodness
Prosperity of resources through His generosity
Preventing spiritual poverty through His graciousness. Amen!
January 15, 2024
Twas a dark knight,
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly havoc
Renting asunder innocent audience members
Anticipating Batman annihilate evil within Manichean eternal duel
Extant within imaginary world of Gotham portrayed on the silver screen
When out of the black curtained theater tear gas canisters got hurled pell mell
Accompanied by a fusillade of heavy machine gun fire
Sheering many lives
Many in the prime ascent sans parabola of adulthood
The youngest, a six-year-old girl transformed into an ashen colored corpse
Which death yet revealed to her young mother
Critically wounded, and clamoring for said daughter
While teetering on the brink of mortality
Oblivious to stricken offspring
While family, friends, relatives and anonymous prayers
And this heartfelt genuine communiqué
From me – a self styled nonestablishmentarian
Gung-ho to invoke a mandate that high powered fire-arms
Must be much less accessible
I.e. bulletproof laws need implementation pronto
So inhabitants of these United States do not fear for their lives
Nor feel akin to a potential prey sighted in the crosshairs
Wantonly gunned down from some grinning joker
Slaking glee from mass killing as to appease unquenchable thirst
To avenge some psychotic nemesis gloating to slay
With a vengeance and contrived vendetta
Promulgating pandemonium and grisly bloody aftermath
Yet despite such horrific heinous atrocity
Bravery and sacrifice witnessed and extolled
From heroic instinctual motive to offer themselves as human shield
So that carnage less devastating than toll on madman’s hit list
Now in solitary confinement and even if executed
Would be a Pyrrhic salve to those forever deprived of loved ones
Burning with an eternal sorrow no matter
Generosity of cyber sympathizers across World Wide Web
Plus the president of these United States
Reach out showering kindness analogous to Borealis raiment!
Form:
Christmas Christine had sheer love of Christmas in her heart
She felt sorry for families whose loved ones had to be apart.
She tried to do whatever she could to help festivities start.
Including sharing her wintery snowman and Santa Claus art.
She makes tasty treats and shares them with her neighbors’ fair.
You can usually smell vanilla and cinnamon wafting in her air.
She cooks marvelous concoctions with her cousin Blair.
We often taste her made up recipes on a darling dare.
We know Christmas Christine’s cookies are a delight.
They are usually festive and large, and amazingly bright.
She cooks and bakes for all of us throughout the night.
Her generosity is more than a tiny bit out of sight.
Adorning the walls at Brigham and Women's
Head on his hand quite comfortably resting
The subject distinctive in his smiling position
Inspires the asking who is this physician
Over his shoulder an old time sea captain
And over the other what looks like the Kremlin
A scene that recalls something seemingly Russian
What is its significance in this bastion of medicine
And so the commencement of careful researching
Reveals the story of which we'll be learning
A Harvard professor with numerous contributions
To the field of anesthesia including ischemia-reperfusion
This skillful practitioner of inducing unconsciousness
Was born in the Soviet Union in Nineteen and Thirty-Six
The whitebearded mariner is his belov'd Granddad
Who perished unaccounted for in the blockade of Leningrad
When Simon was young he was frequently hungry
Simochka said Mamma for food do not ask me
Life as a Jew in the society of Stalin
Was hard but instructive for the mensch now ascending
At that time in Russia was no concept of charity
Because the state cared for everyone and no one was needy
But the pogroms and politics couldn't kill his generosity
And as soon as they could his wife and he left their country
Emigration to Israel where he learned to be Jewish
In the sense of the word that's proclaimed and not whispered
And he saw for the first time a community helping
And he knew gum zu l'tovah was how he'd be living
And many years later ensconced at the Brigham
The giver, the teacher, the lover of freedom
Fortunate I who discovered his portrait
And learned the legacy of the man
Line of Inquiry
- track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul.
People murmured, she’s the rose among the thorns
When they saw me playing with my brothers, not alone
Same line was heard more often around
When I raced with little boys, just to get a crown.
Then, I always sang the prayer song of my mother
Asking God to make me grow and bloom like flower
I felt God’s abundant care as my bud bloomed
Into a rose in my community started from home.
As first child and single rose who’d dawned so early
Petals’ exquisite hue displayed more prominently
As floral leaf burgeoned, sprawled... satiated their eyes
My doubt on fragrance, can they smell or feel me inside?
Then, I sang my own prayer song with fervor in my room
Asking God to help me track, diffuse my fragrance’s fulcrum
After a while, I felt God’s unceasing light and reply:
My child, my love's generosity with joy's in your soul, shine, emit, fly.
November 9 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 8-10
Key Verse – 2Corinthians 8:1 Moreover, brethren, we do you to wit of the grace of God bestowed on the churches of Macedonia.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR BESTOWED GRACE ON ME
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your blessedness
By Your faithful greatness
Midst sinfulness’ afflicting terribleness
While assuring my soul with perfect salvation-wholeness.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your beatitude
By Your virtuous fortitude
Midst carnality’s tormenting attitude
While filling my heart with worshipful praise-gratitude.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your bounty
By Your abundant generosity
Midst poverty’s smashing calamity
While filling my needs with ready provision-security.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your benefit brand
By Your biblical command
Midst covetousness’ destroying demand
While supporting my commitment with grand wisdom-stand.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your beautification
By Your holy function
Midst iniquities’ deforming motion
While converting my character with miraculous righteousness-transformation.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your bliss
By Your warm fellowship I must never miss
Midst problem’s disturbing hiss
While affirming my service with commendable diligence-practice.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace upon me with Your bracing
By Your powerful enforcing
Midst sorrows’ oppressing cursing
While strengthening my faith with mighty help-fencing.
November 9, 2022
Stewardship — Where Your Treasure Is
Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
These words echo across time, reminding us that what we value most reveals where our hearts truly live.
In the beginning, when creation was fresh and the earth still carried the fragrance of God’s spoken word, the Creator looked upon His work and called it good.
Then something remarkable happened. The Almighty God entrusted His perfect creation to the care of mortal hands.
Imagine that moment— the God of heaven and earth placing the garden into the stewardship of humanity.
Mountains and rivers. Fields and forests. Creatures that roam and birds that soar. All placed in the hands of man. Not to rule as tyrants, not to destroy or abuse, but to care, to protect, to faithfully manage what belongs to Him.
For stewardship is a sacred trust. Everything we have comes from Him.
Our time. Our talents. Our strength. Our opportunities. Each gift placed gently into our hands.
And the faithful steward asks, not “What is mine?” but “How can I honor the One who gave it?”
When we steward well, our work becomes worship. Our service becomes praise.
Through our gifts, God’s glory is revealed.
Stewardship is not a burden— it is a privilege.
A divine invitation to partner with the Creator in His work.
But God reminds us not to store our treasure here on earth, where dust gathers, and thieves break through and steal.
Instead, store your treasure in heaven— where faith, love, and generosity never fade.
When we return faithfully to God what He has entrusted to us, we are simply saying: “Thank You.”
Thank You for Your faithfulness.
Thank You for Your provision.
Thank You for trusting us with so much.
And as we trust Him fully, we begin to see His promise unfold.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart… and He will make your paths straight.”
The faithful steward will always discover that God’s goodness overflows.
His mercy never fails. His provision never runs dry.
So let our treasure be in heaven.
Let our hearts belong to God.
And let our stewardship bring honor to His name.