Postal pleas pummel P. O. Box 602.
I bet they come to your box, too.

All of them are sent to nudge a generous heart
suggesting we should do our part.

Describing desperation and some horrible situations
we are targeted. Manipulation?

How can we respond to all the many askings?
Might help if we were into fasting.

What would the Good Samaritan do with all these pleas?
He’d likely fall upon his knees.

We try to be discerning — to do what we think best.
Then we, sadly, shred the rest.

Will there be such pleas in heaven to grasp our hearts?
If so, we hope we’ll do our part.

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