This is a poem about the joy of giving and looking beyond ourselves:
Self-seeking will never find
The ways that giving heals the mind
The joy that grows from being kind
To those who can’t give back.
Inward-looking eyes won’t see
The wonder and the deep beauty
That’s growing all around, freely
They might as well be blind.
Self-promoting hands can’t hold
To anything, except the gold
Of empty trophies, proud and cold
In cabinets of glass.
Feet that run to follow pleasure
Have to run that path forever
Chasing after drops and never
Drinking pure from joy.
Only those who look above
Receive the never-ending love
Become an overflowing flood
Of giving, always full.