...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"
The Kwandala Spirit
What'll explain to thee this Spirit?
It's a gift of priceless value
That starts with the act of giving.
Humbling of hearts
It breathes give
Lives on give
And dies giving.
The Kwandala Spirit
Is a selfless, uncanny ability
Bestowed from on high
To a chosen few.
So, if you have it
You have it.
If you don't
You can't fake it.
Riyya will immediately brand it
If it isn't for real
Envy, anger and annoyance
Escorts one's witness of its dance.
It matters not, rich or poor
If it's in you, it'll manifest
In subtle words or actions
And pride cleansed of it.
Some are rich, but not wealthy
For wealth measures not
In physical things, but within
Showing outward in acts of gentle kindness.
It's a spirit
That takes over self in true empathy
Freeing a disturbed mind seeking solace
Which comes not in covetousness.
Like a caged bird
Once unshackled comes flight
Now ask thyself "Who gives more here
The giver or the given of freedom?"
Kwandalights, Trustees of Compassion
Distributing it to rightful owners
Unless you give that trust
Sympathy and relief takes forever arriving.
Just like Custodians of Grace
Distressed souls rejoice your coming
As the relief promised the bereaved
After every hardship. Indeed.
Who wouldn't want to be a catalyst
To the fruition of happiness
With smiles as its flowers, fragrancing
And laughter its contagious reward?
(c)2019 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
The Kwandala Spirit
What'll explain to thee this Spirit?
It's a gift of priceless value
That starts with the act of giving.
Humbling of hearts
It breathes give
Lives on give
And dies giving.
The Kwandala Spirit
Is a selfless, uncanny ability
Bestowed from on high
To a chosen few.
So, if you have it
You have it.
If you don't
You can't fake it.
Riyya will immediately brand it
If it isn't for real
Envy, anger and annoyance
Escorts one's witness of its dance.
It matters not, rich or poor
If it's in you, it'll manifest
In subtle words or actions
And pride cleansed of it.
Some are rich, but not wealthy
For wealth measures not
In physical things, but within
Showing outward in acts of gentle kindness.
It's a spirit
That takes over self in true empathy
Freeing a disturbed mind seeking solace
Which comes not in covetousness.
Like a caged bird
Once unshackled comes flight
Now ask thyself "Who gives more here
The giver or the given of freedom?"
Kwandalights, Trustees of Compassion
Distributing it to rightful owners
Unless you give that trust
Sympathy and relief takes forever arriving.
Just like Custodians of Grace
Distressed souls rejoice your coming
As the relief promised the bereaved
After every hardship. Indeed.
Who wouldn't want to be a catalyst
To the fruition of happiness
With smiles as its flowers, fragrancing
And laughter its contagious reward?
(c)2019 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
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