Since birth you were lame—
now carried and laid daily
at the gate of the temple,
begging, seeking, expecting
money.
Peter and John,
eyes fastened on you, but
with sight set on Soul's perfect man,
beg nothing,
seek Truth's revelation,
expect you to walk.
In that moment when two views clashed—
"Silver and gold have I none;
but such as I have give I thee"—
in that instant
did a veil lift, was a pearl discovered?
You expected something of Peter and John,
and perhaps in that small purse of prayer,
in that desire to receive good,
expectancy was suddenly purified,
readily exchanging meager money
for a glimpse of Christ's, Truth's, rich law.
Walking, leaping, praising God,
you now see how treasured by Truth,
how engraved with the likeness of His being,
you are.
*See Acts 3:1-8.
