An Act of Giving

Thu, 07/31/2014 - 23:13 -- safj

 

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…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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