I write because it makes me smile. I read because it makes me think.

The treasure

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal, for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Matthew 6:19–21

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There is only one treasure worth having.
It is not out of reach.
It grows every day, not by what we get,
but by what we give.
Generosity is immeasurable.
A little kindness has the same value
as a great gesture.
The widow’s mite was as good
as the rich man’s plenty.
Gifts given in earnest
and without thought of recognition
or fanfare
have the same value
as the check for one million written by a rich man.
The treasure we have on earth matters not one whit;
it is what we do with our lives that make the difference
in the here and now,
and in the hereafter.

 

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2 Responses

  1. Hi Sharon, Thanks for this poem; very inspiring! Wishing you happy holidays.

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