Universal CharityA Poem by Eddie PhillipsCharity is not an innate gift in every man. It is stirred by the spirit and given by the hand. Stymied by that vacuum called the consciousness of mind; Charity is a unique blessing that is a rarity to find. The holidays bring it out, but we relinquish it way too quick. Our festive holiday charity burns fast like a candle wick. I wish we could bottle it and sell it to everyone in the world. We could present universal charity to every boy and girl. They could use it to unify humanity by giving their time. A little loving kindness will reciprocate care of the same kind. Love is my prayer, and I hope it will one day come to pass. I pray for the day that universal charity will always last.
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StatsAuthorEddie PhillipsDenver, COAboutWriter, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..Writing
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