The Blesséd

It could be more blesséd to give than to receive but giving presupposes having, and some people have nothing. They are the ones who compete with rats at the dumpster behind the pizza place, and are seen at charity bins exchanging their rags. Maybe we need to interpret “blessings” more charitably. The aroma from a bakery can’t keep away hunger, and a distant glow of a fireplace can’t keep away the cold. Anyone can be at least a little greedy. How about letting anyone who smells like salt and urine or anyone who has no sink to brush their teeth the right to have their complaints fairly addressed? How about we establish a minimum level of care? How about we stop making poverty a crime?