Asking... How much is too much?

how much is too much to ask…?
is it too much to ask for a place to stay when you have none?
is it too much to ask for a few dollars when you have none?
a few cents?
is too much to ask for piece of mind?
some uplifting words when that charlie brown rain cloud is over head..
when you have no where left to turn, where every turn is as bleak and as desolate as the last, where nothing seems worth it -- and those things to make it seem worth it now, you know deep down are not, you know its just those teasing lips telling their deceitful lies, their false promises of painless life, of joy, of happiness, of- of knowing.
but you are led on by something greater then those lying lips, and you are told by something deep down, it will only cause more pain and anguish for you in the long run, and for that unseen passer buyer, those people you effect just by doing what it is you do, by gracing them with your mere presence - no matter however short - it gives them the thought that if your role model, your inspiration, your light at the end of the tune, has gone belly up, that if he turned to these things for help, why shouldn't i?
why shouldn't i give up and let those things into my life? he did it.

That little something deep down, it isn't loud, and never seems to be their when called on, and is never there the moment you want him, but he will be there, he will not fault, he will come, though he may tarry at moments, he will come, he will not fail. and just that, just knowing that the storm had a beginning, so it must have an end, and although the wind and the rain, the thunder and the lightning; these things may obscure your view of the horizon, but know, understanding, will be yours, peace of mind will be yours, although it may delay, it may loiter, it may tarry, it shall not fail, it will come.

is that the moment we discover, when all we have is to trust, to believe, to have faith, conviction, to know that whatever you do or say, wherever you wonder, he'll be there to bring you back…
how? how is it that he can snap his fingers and you're back, you're fine, almost as if you never endured it?
is it for us to know?
or is it for us to trust- believe, and not to question?

is that the moment we discover, when we see that all streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full.
That to the place the streams come from, the stream will return once again.

so, how much is too much to ask?
is it too much to ask for a piece of charity?
is it too much to ask- is it too much to ask?