God Bless
God bless, miss.
From this man.
This raggedy man,
Holding five dollars
in his wrinkled hand.
Five dollars that I just fished
from the pool of trinkets
and change
in the middle console
of my new car.
And he is old
And I am young
yet I have everything
and he has nothing.
God bless, miss.
God bless me?
Why?
I don’t need it
it’s not my life that needs blessing
and his generosity startles me.
Bless me?
He is the one in need of a blessing!
Not me!
He is!
Is he not?
…
Or maybe I am
…
Maybe we all are.
But God bless, miss.
It’s not a thank you,
Not in so many words.
Those with change to dole out
we comfort ourselves with that notion.
That notion
that we deserve thanks for handing
a stranger
the bill in our consoles.
They’ll just spend it on beer.
They’re conning you.
It's their choice to be out there
begging.
Maybe.
Maybe I am naïve
But I doubt it.
Maybe it is their choice.
But I think
they are better off for it.
The choice to thrive off of human generosity.
Because that is what they’re doing.
But its also
a fair warning.
God bless.
Good luck.
It’s the same!
There’s no way
to truly live
unless you embrace your generosity.
Unless you pass your generosity on
and realize that you are not as fortunate
as you’d like to believe
when you see
that man.
That raggedy man
begging
blessing
the world.
Handing out truth
and hope
and luck
to those who might understand
that it isn’t the man holding your loose change
that needs God’s blessings.
It never was.
So.
God bless, world.
From this girl.
This raggedy man’s
message trapped inside a girl,
Holding your five dollars
in her outstretched hand.
Five dollars that I just fished
from the pool of raggedy men’s minds
laid behind you
where you’ve tried to write your
generous deed off
as a good reason to own
your new car.
And this façade has grown old
And the era for change is young
so take the five dollars I’m handing you here
and discover true generosity
as I
and this raggedy man
are engrained in your mind:
God bless, miss.
God bless.
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