the widow's might

“For I have never been that poor, [nor have I    
ever] been that rich.”―Edwina Gateley    
   
predicament is not the balm of fools,    
nor palaces of comfort to the poor;    
the worldly-wise thinks that the world he rules    
must build new granaries his wealth to store.    
then comes the widow with her conscience clear    
who, in her giving, reckons not the cost    
of emptiness, inspired by godly fear,    
to give the least, yet sacrifice the most.    
     
trust not the quantum of your dollar-worth,    
to save your kingdoms from mildew and rust;    
nor be dismayed by humbleness of birth,    
to rise no higher than foot-trampled dust:    
for earthly treasures, stacked from floor to roof,    
may hinder you from knowing truth and light.    
lest vanity your conscience leaves aloof,    
embrace the power of the widow's might.    
     
© Copyright 2023 September 19    
by Clyve A. Bowen♫