Re: The Cold Within "OT"

John Godfrey (djgodfrey(AT)worldnet.att.net)
Wed, 09 Dec 1998 16:49:30 -0800

Rizahdough(AT)aol.com wrote:
>
> Another poem I wanted to share .......at this holiday time.
> Something to think about
>
> Six human beings by happenstance
> Were trapped in a bitter dark cold.
> Each had in his hand a piece of wood.
> (So the story goes.)
>
> The dying fire was in need of wood
> but the woman held hers back
> For as she gazed at the faces round the fire
> She saw that one was black.
>
> A second man searched the gathering
> And saw no one from his church
> So he could not bring himself to give
> The fire his piece of birch.
>
> A third man sat in ragged clothes
> And he gave his coat a hitch.
> "Why," he said, "should I
> Give my log to the idle rich?"
>
> The black man's face was full of revenge
> As the fire was fading from sight.
> He kept his log to punish them all -
> The rich, the poor, the white.
> The last man of the forlorn group
> Did nothing unless for gain.
> He only gave to those who gave to him
> That's how he played the game.
>
> So the logs were found in death-stilled hands
> As a testament to human sin.
> They did not die from the cold without,
> They died from the cold within.

Thanks, These come along at the most needed times. I keep these
wonderful inspirational messages in a file and call upon them when
needed.
Diana