Outstretched fingers beg for what I can spare.
Hurting eyes beg for someone to sit and listen for a while.
Stranded feet beg for assistance on their journey.
A neglected child’s heart begs for attention.
The tired widow’s back begs for support.
Lost souls beg for the truth that would set them free.
What if I someday need what I spare?
What if I lack the time to finish my tasks?
What if I feel like a fool?
What if I get used?
What will happen to me if my hand reaches out?
Oh, selfish wretch that I am.
My questions – so distorted, so wicked.
“What will happen to me?”
This pondering – so trivial.
The full weight of the decision – fully unbalanced.
My heart needs a shift – a major realignment,
to see the true issue at hand.
The crux of the matter is not,
What will happen to me if I do?
What will happen to them if I don’t?