To Give
At the station throngs
walk about their day
headed towards their goals.
I hear for their songs,
but no tune will sway
me to what they know.
Some faces hurry
by, while others glide
and still - nothing new.
How I would scurry
towards wisdom's guide!
My path, though askew
takes me from that place.
I follow laughter
to an oasis.
"This park seems the place
where wisdom gathers,"
thought I, rapt in bliss.
The congregated
sat, those well-to-do,
displaying their wealth,
and how they've grown fat!
Their hullabaloo
deciphered in stealth
yielding dull gossip.
Praising themselves while
berating their friends.
Turned up nose and lips
deforming their smiles.
All towards what end?
I run to solace.
Cathedrals, temples,
mosques and synagogues
all regurgitate
from the judgmental
sounding catalogue.
It is then I choose
to bring Love to life.
Not the emotion
which fades all to soon.
Action - born from strife.
To Give, that alone.