Giving Poem by Chris Jibero

Giving isn't a sport for the selfish
Nor a game for the greedy
Who are unrepentantly frightful
Of time and season ahead
The future they have demonised
Ignorant that what one dreads
Comes calling
Like an uncompromising tax collector
Sooner than later
For their hearts shall be broken
When they reap the drought
They had cultivated

Giving is a marathon grace
Running well in the field of large hearts
A seed of grace and righteousness
Bearing imperishable fruits
Gifts of courage and selflessness
Sometimes dispersed in scarcity
May wander to strange lands
But certainly return unexpectedly
Some day unto your bosom
In much bigger measures
Pressed down and running over

Faint not in giving
Your best
Time and money inclusive
Especially to the needy
For in due season
There shall be abundant receiving
Like in sowing and reaping
Without barns enough for storing.

(c) Chris Jibero.