|The Tithe Barn by Walter Tyndale (watercolor, 1906)|
As long as you can give a smile to us,
you are not tithe less; and if you can lend
a hand as well, you can reach ten percent
without a dime in your open pockets.
Prophets of every faith have modeled this
into a universal truth we for-
get when our job is collecting taxes
and accounting for funds in the big pot.
I have one antique rose that perfumes all
the garden while many plants benefit,
yet they balance the scene that sets the rose
so high, protect us from its thorns and thrive.
We weed a bit while gazing from above
and note weeds bring us to our knees to praise
the ground, and challenge us to learn to love
what is not easy nor is often kind.
Together we comprise our neighborhood—
the showy, quiet and overlooked—and all
have roles in helping each other grow from
the glow generated by one small smile.
Posted for Poets United
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast