I have no wings, yet I help you fly, Up to the clouds, then back from the sky. Step on my back, I won’t complain, The more you jump, the higher the gain. What am I?

I’m worn in photos, shared with ease, a silent sign meant just to please. No voice have I, yet still I show the joy your lips begin to know.

Mostly known by pews, choirs, and parishioners. I can be great or small, read or sung. I carry many meanings, from the world-renowned to the obscure.

I am the gift you give to make a stranger’s day. Yet the more you give, the richer you stay. I can be a coin, a coat, or your blood. Join me, and turn trickles of kindness into a powerful flood.

I have a handle but no door, I hold your secrets, and much more. I slide out smoothly, then push within, A hidden space where treasures begin. What am I?