Photo by Syed Aoun Abbas

Duty

Health and food, resources, more,         
education, dreams that soar, 
speak of duty I can’t ignore.
Make me wonder why. 

Advantages I don’t deserve,
family members who love and serve,
privileges – of most unheard 
by those less fortunate than I. 

But orphans, poor, abused, exist.
Not wielding high their angry fist.
Rather, silence does insist,
ones such as I draw nigh. 

Observe and ask. Listen, learn.
With their plight, may conscience burn.
Love’s call, may I discern,
and answers to apply.
 

© 2015 gratefulsue

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The children in the photo for this poem look as though they are standing in line outside, waiting for food or something, and it’s rather cold. They all have hoods or hats. It makes me think they have been displaced from their homes, perhaps by war. I don’t actually know.

Everyone has a moral obligation to care about people who are less fortunate than themselves. We will answer to God about this one day. However, the way that concern is demonstrated may be manifested in very different ways, depending upon one’s talents, resources, limitations, and personal beliefs. There is no “one right way” to give to or help those in need. Your passions, prayers and resources will determine where you should begin to care for the less fortunate. Your time and gifts are always needed.

I think it’s a pity when God-loving people only give money to their church, but not for the needy. What does that say to those outside of the church? Does our God not care?