Their hurting and their hunger is the measure of their need
And the manner of our giving is the measure of our deed.
The growing need for caring is the measure of our task
And the little you can give them is the little that I ask.
I figured it's worth repeating now, rather than wait until the new year. There's always still time to do something.
What Kind of Mind Would Paint a Cabbage? - *Note: The events that follow occurred in June 2007, and I wrote about them later that year. This is the first time I’ve publicly shared this story. For...
2 years ago
That's a great meaningful poem. Do you know who wrote it? Just curious.ReplyDelete
Have a wonderful new year, IT!
I haven't a clue, Robyn.ReplyDelete