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.