It was the time for giving in the temple,
The time for casting money into the treasury,
And I, with no one to provide for me,
Had in my pocket only two small mites,
A farthing which should buy me bread.
But when I thought of how much I loved God,
I wished to give all that I could to help.
I knew that other neighbors would give much:
Wealthy ones would thus be seen of men:
And so I thrust my pittance quickly in
And went my way. But what a warmth
Enclosed my heart. My spirit sang and soared.
I felt I loved mankind; on reaching home
I found my child who had been ill was well.
Dear neighbors brought us bread and oil,
And no good thing we lacked from that time on.
I often wonder that a gift so small
Could bring so much of joy into my life.
Poems
The Widow's Mite
From the January 1948 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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