top of page
Search
  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley

Scarcity of charity

He cares for the sick and the needy

He feeds both the poor and the lonely

He is there for the hearts of the broken

And he helps where all help has receded


It’s not this

That elicits his tears

But the scarcity of charity

Beneath my deceitful veneer

He speaks for the voiceless and silenced

And guides for the lost and the blind

He talks when all talk is evaded

He soothes through the rough and unjust

It’s not this

That elicits his tears

But the scarcity of charity

Beneath my deceitful veneer


And when he has done all he can

And knows of all work still undone

He lays down his head for a moments respite

And looks to his faith for some bleak rationale

It’s not this

That elicits his tears

But the scarcity of charity

Beneath my deceitful veneer

11 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Sobriety?

The calming, steady hand of sobriety For days and weeks and months Holds and comforts Soothes and cools Dilutes the cruel Guiding the hours And steering the minutes Sheltering from showers And looming

The Dale

The bronzen dale lay bathed Lit gold by the late-day sun Wonderfully, Gloriously swathed While the light warns of night-time to come The fading bracken paints Vivaciousness stained on the hill While l

Nowt that can’t be mended

His broken heart won’t mend But he’s laying down foundations To simply walk again With lowered expectations One foot before the next Is what he aims to do Its nowt that can’t be mended With a metric l

Comments


bottom of page