OFFERING

Do streams of thought seem clogged?Each effort prove a foil?Is there ingratitudeFor fruits of others' toil?The source is deep and freeThat all who will may drink;But first to drain the cupIs the necessity.Then filled with unselfed love,The offering will beA draught to slake the thirstOf tired humanity.

Mae Tucker

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