This is a poem about the joy of giving and looking beyond ourselves:
The Flood
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.
This is a poem about the joy of giving and looking beyond ourselves:
The Flood
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.
It’s counterintuitive, but it’s true: a generous soul is a rich soul, while those who only look after themselves actually end up impoverishing the very selves they work so hard to look after. We simply were not made for ourselves. The sooner we can get our heads around it, the better. When our focus shifts upward to God and outward to others, a whole new world opens up—a world of happiness beyond circumstance, purpose beyond self-gratification, and real, genuine satisfaction. I’m not saying life becomes easier this way (it’s more likely to become harder), only that it becomes better, by far. I tried to catch a little taste of that in this short poem:
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