An Act of Giving
An act of giving
What is this?
I have no time for social work and “guided bliss”
Well don’t look at me
I have a life
Why can’t the poor work for themselves and be suffice
Here I am working all day and now I have to pay
Money leads to greed, oh please
Money is what drives us to achieve
Haven’t you heard it’s the American dream!
We are no one if we don’t have this green
And then my soul whispers:
Well then Gandhi, Mother Teressa, and Edhi
Were no one…?
No
They were not human
It’s not possible
How can you give up everything
For the people that you don’t even know
It was all give and give and nothing will be given back
It’s like a balancing acrobat who,
no matter how much you layer on top of
Doesn’t topple over
Forever in a status that doesn’t make you lower…?
My Soul laughs in joy:
You see You see
You see the truth
Nothing can make you higher
Then if giving is all you do
Admit it
It’s not the giving what counts
It’s those smile on the faces of the children that can’t even imagine
A world full of happiness that begins to mount
Far and wide is this world we know
So why can’t we just let this generosity flow
Like a summer’s night watching the lightning bugs that glow
They glow and fly, but when one light goes out
Another appears just as bright, or maybe brighter
Okay Okay
So my soul you say
Giving is such an amazing feeling
Filled with love and joy because all your giving’s
Well find me someone who can live without taking
We need money to even drink water
You see all you’re doing is putting magic in blabber
My soul smiles thoughtfully and says:
Well didn’t God say to give?
Didn’t messengers of God starve just so their companions could live?
You can’t deny their the highest of status
Don’t you see God is throwing numerous examples at us?
Giving us room to give is enough blessing that is
Why do you think we call God the most giving
Well if Giving is a quality of god
Then why are you so ashamed to give?...
They…they don’t know how hard it is to live in these times
They were superheroes that were majestic and sublime
Nothing that I can do will fill that gap
Of mental un-fulfilment that seems to just grab
At all the things that are shiny and new
Things that my life without can never do
My soul with anger rimmed to the top says:
Are you seriously putting this time as your blame!
Giving is what your missing
That is where we find our peace
Not in the worthless trash that you work so hard to REACH
Do you think it’s really worth it?
TO spend our day and night just so that you can gleam
With joy knowing that what you have others can’t even dream
When you were a baby the first thing you herd
Were the sounds of the world
The words of our lord
That he so generously gave us to know
Now that you’re older
Do you think you’re strong?
Don’t you think hoarding all this stuff is just simply wrong?
Finding the truth wouldn’t have be such a forsaken problem
If you just simply looked away from that smart phone
If you just simply looked to the news
to just one corner of Africa
Which scream poverty?
Which screamed save me…
But what can you save if you cannot save your self
I am just talking and my words are just quotes you hang on shelves
Not words that you follow through
So I take my leave
With this promise
Like Winston Churchill said:
“We make a living by what we get
But we make a life by what we give…”
Wait soul don’t go!
I might be mistaken
What if what I’m doing is not properly taken
Away from the truth I might be
Wrapped in a misguided way of youth
Braily audible my soul whispers:
Well I have warned you…
Now it’s up to you to choose
Fore I am nothing
But the purer form
You….
I am YOU…