Tuesday, January 7, 2014

"Go give to the needy sweet charity's bread.
For giving is living," the angel said.
"And must I be giving again and again?"
My selfish, thoughtless answer ran.
"Oh, no," said the angel, piercing me through,
"just give till the Master stops giving to you."

i remember this poem from when i was young, it has always stuck with me.  

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