Beware of Pity and its insidiousness.
To feel sorry for something,
Is to put yourself above that thing,
Not knowing what is truly below.
Those who take pity,
Take more than the stance of charity,
Without knowing their own disparity.
He who pities man will be pitied by God.
He who is pitied by God is beyond redemption,
Comfortable in Hell within his circle of Envy.
For those who covet are worthy of God’s pity,
Unknowing that there is no disparity,
But creating it through their own desire,
Becoming unworthy of an act of charity.
So where can one find The Place for Pity?
For it is not next to Ill Will, Hate or Goodbye.
Pitying Hate will not allow you to fight it,
Pitying Ill Will is to insult Life’s Will,
And pitying Goodbye forsakes Good Greeting.
So where can one find The Place for Pity?
Keeping in mind what is Whole and True,
Place the pity with the fool who envies you,
And without Ill Will or Hate,
You can give your Goodbye as charity,
Always remembering the insidiousness of pity,
Knowing full well that there never was disparity.