What do we have
I not our charity.
Ability to empty the fill in our hands.
Rather than the swell at the taking.
Don't rob the souls of sweat and time,
Merely for convenience.
Becoming then the waste
that burdens purpose.
But Give all your rewards
Improving what your senses endure.
Leave no single thread of your day
Untouched by your silent gifts.
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