There’s a beauteous moment of clarity…
When it happens
A flash of prismatic pleasure…
When it occurs
A not often enough moment of charity…
When it’s proffered
There’s a selfish gift of treasure…
When, anonymously given
And especially so, as one…
Comes to know
When the true gift of charity is…
A gift from you
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