Dilantha Gunawardana


Charity - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

What surrenders to hand
In the absence of claim
Is the soul of goodwill
On which the bastion of humanity
Is laid brick by brick

For each grain of deed
Knitted by the thread of soil
Bequeaths harvests of benevolence
Levitating the fibers of the exiled man
As he reconciles to the soul
Of a collective renaissance

For what matters is not the solitary spikelet
But the golden acres of harvest
Rooted to the soil of the ecstatic heart
For what rests unsealed and gifted
Propels the human vessel to an oasis of mirth

For the meat of charity
Rests in what rises in virtue
Like the nectar drawn from a flower
Pealed of agenda, prejudiced by none

For each mortal lives in disguise
For beneath the mask of Narcissus
Rests the radiance of Jesus
Untapped by the blade of fate

For the love that transcends the flesh
And is consummated by virtue
Is the amniotic fluid to the cradle of mankind
A preservative of what rests in intent, pristine
And what in execution is chaste

For the marriage of palms
And the bilateralism of love
Is the heartbeat of the magnanimous
Where there are no surface echoes
In the absence of lingering whispers

Yet beneath the veneer of skin
Sealed in an entrapment of fiber
Rests a charismatic ripple
Of a soul saturated of mirth


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A poem on charity

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 26, 2014


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