a poem by Robert N. Test
Give my sight to the man who has
never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or love in the eyes of a
Give my heart to a person whose own
heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who
was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to
see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends
on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every
fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child
If you must bury something, let it
be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If, by chance, you wish to remember
me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you
If you do all I have asked, I will