I was thinking, last night, about the general concept that 'if one CAN help, then one has a responsibility TO help' and came up with the following sonnet. If you have trouble reconciling lines 5-6, remember I'm a monist! Hope you like it...
O’er the years, time has come to teach me this: That when asked to aid and you find you can, To do so is a soul’s fortress and cuisse— The refuge of beneficence to’ard Man. It may be true that the most selfish thing Is an act, out of altruism, borne; But value it as a sacred well-spring, For from it flows the balm that soothes the thorn. The gift of hope when all seems lost complete Is a precious gem whose former holder Can be proud to confer an entire suite, To let his neighbour lean on his shoulder. When one scans a face and sees Sorrow’s brow, Then one remembers that ere morrow’s now. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/Minds-Eye?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
