The power of charity sows deep in my heart,
and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles
and give them to the hungry.
My soul gives life to the grapevine
and I press its bunches
and give the juice to the thirsty.
Heaven fills my lamp with oil
and I place it at my window
to direct the stranger through the dark.
I do all these things because I live in them;
and if destiny should tie my hands
and prevent me from so doing,
then death would be my only desire.
For I am a poet, and if I cannot give,
I shall refuse to receive.
Kahlil Gibran “A Poets Voice”
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