Charity

Wedged between a smoky screen
Of muddled muck and clarity
Where choices wan to fits of pain
And hope grows cold and ashen.

No one wants to be the one
In need of parceled charity,
Even when the offer comes from
Kindness and compassion.

We are one when come undone
And standing in harm’s path
Where fate demands a helping hand
To assuage fiendish wrath.

Too often pride’s impediment
Stands staunch in firm embrace
Til charity is left to
Disappear without a single trace.

But when accepted as is given,
With humility,
She carries high her
Consequential banner of nobility.

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