Once, 
a long time ago,
a homeless man asked 
if I could spare some change.
Nearly destitute in debt myself,
I barked, “I’m sorry, I can’t”,
and kept walking. 
Now,
how I respond to that same request
is quite different; 
but I hesitate to reveal it.
You see,
my left hand 
isn’t supposed to know
what my right hand 
is giving.*

*Read Matthew 6:3