The Anonymous Donor

He’s the traveller with a difference
Who stops when others move
Past the one waylaid and robbed;
Going beyond first aid
To pay for convalescence;
Un-named, but remembered  
As the good man from Samaria.
Unwrapped from a widow’s headscarf
The coppers drop on the plate
Hardly worth a farthing;
Embarrassed giving in secret
Yet in complete devotion to the One   
Who sees what’s intended and rewards
With centuries of being remembered.
We’d have wished it to be anonymous
But hands clap behind the scenes
As we click ‘donate now’
With a name, address and postcode
Added in Times New Roman
For the twenty percent gift-aided by the tax man -
I don’t know his name either.
May 2011

Thoughts on Matthew 6: 1 – 4 ‘...... do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. '