On Giving

Over at his Nana’s house yesterday, Gman decided he would write some poetry – which you can read on his blog – and P (my much-beloved stepfather) mentioned that his father used to write poems and that he had a folder of his poetry. His dad would write poems on the train, and then painstakingly type them up on a manual typewriter. A labour of love, for sure. I don’t know much about P’s father – aside from the fact that he was a grocer by trade, and that he had been a prisoner of war in WWII. But reading his poetry, I felt a connection. His words conveyed the fact that he was a keen observer of life; a spiritual man; a thinker. It made me wish that I had known him.

One poem, in particular, touched my heart. It is called “On Giving”:

on giving

For me, this is a beautiful summing up of the practice of egoless generosity. I particularly love these lines:

Gifts of money, most can spare
Gifts of time – or love- more rare.
Self too often intervenes,
Mars the beauty of the scene.
When we think ourselves most right
Oft ’tis then we’ve lost our sight,
Blinded by our self-esteem,
We lose our soul, ‘tho vent our spleen.

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7 thoughts on “On Giving

  1. Wow – how profoundly deep and true. I would have loved to have known him too. Thanks for sharing! Sharon

  2. Janet says:

    What a beautiful poem with so much wisdom in the words. He must have been a wonderful man.

  3. ames says:

    Beautiful. I really love those last few lines as well.

  4. Allie says:

    He sounds like a most amazing man! What a wonderful connection to your past.

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