The Anonymous Donor Poem by Paul du Plessis

He’s the traveller with a difference
Who stops when others move
Past the one waylaid and robbed;
Going beyond first aid
To pay for convalescence;
Un-named, but remembered
As the good man from Samaria.

Unwrapped from a widow’s headscarf
The coppers dropp on the plate
Hardly worth a farthing;
Embarrassed giving in secret
Yet in complete devotion to the One
Who sees what’s intended and rewards
With centuries of being remembered.

We’d have wished it to be anonymous
But hands clap behind the scenes
As we click ‘donate here’
With a name, address and postcode
Added in Times New Roman
For the twenty percent gift-aided by the tax man -
I don’t know his name either.