In Ev’ry Condition
Something spiritual
That
God is love
And that
This is
The hardest thing to know
The strongest
And most difficult
To know
And to apply
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Charity
(for normal people)
The old King James word
For love
It can permeate
In the old-fashioned way
A cloud of knowing
For a change
When giving has a cost
It isn’t easy
Whether it’s largesse
Or widows’ mites
Giving ‘til it hurts
I question if there is
Meaning in that
But giving as a passion
New kind of love
Not ‘til there’s nothing
There will come new rounds
But with awareness
There is feeling
There is healing
Florence Nightingale
Who sang not her praises
But encouragement
While wandering the battlefield
Clara Barton in the USA
Doing the same
Could you give that away?
I couldn’t
But I have a mite, maybe two mites
Someone may have one
It wouldn’t hurt
(so much)
Especially if I knew the story
I know, there is belief
Cynics are smart
And should have their way
While everything is suspect now
So it might turn from mindful giving
Into something mindless
Sometimes
Sometimes
Give anyway?
There might be something
In surprises
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and is that the world turning in the center
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