Poem: The Gift That Grows

A heart that gives, like rivers flow,
Unseen, but felt in warmest glow.
Not for reward or grand applause,
But simply kindness without pause.

A hand that shares without a bind,
Leaves no one lonely, none behind.
A smile, a coin, a listening ear—
Small gifts that chase away the fear.

Generosity’s quiet art,
A language spoken from the heart.
It multiplies when freely sown,
And turns a seed to forests grown.

It asks no ledger, claims no toll,
But fills the gaps within the soul.
For in the act of giving free,
We find the richest treasury.

So give your light, your time, your care,
The wealth of love is everywhere.
For generous hearts, both near and far,
Are shining beacons, like a star.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie