It makes no sense

When you haven’t got a lot

To share with someone else

Keep to yourself

That’s the way we are

The human condition

Selfish individual

Wars of attrition


The widow and her mite

What is the point?

An offering to God

He doesn’t need

But she needs God’s help

In every day

Her coin might bring her luck

What would you say?


She understands

Far better than the rich

We need each other

Every single day

We are born into a world

Human connection

Do not break those bonds

Or you will pay


We need the help of God

We need his Spirit

To live in us

And let us know true joy

So give to God

The coin now in your pocket

And in return

Serve in his employ


Brian Fahy

7 November 2021

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