A Coin Of Little Worth Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
A Coin Of Little Worth
I have seen and liked
silver coins stamped
in ancient Greece Rome
these usually carry the image
of supposedly great men
kings emperors face in profile
but their deeds were often
treacherous harsh cruel
wars these started for more
wealth slaves land to rule
my favourite coin
is a very small coin
tiny of little worth
that a woman with nothing
once gave at the temple
a very very long time ago
My Lord praised her
for giving all her livelihood
for giving more than
all gathered rich worshippers
combined because
proud rich gave a percentage
from all their amassed profit
a percentage calculated
based upon requirements of
law; but a poor woman gave
everything she had
based upon her own giving heart
it is written how Jesus sat down;
with the treasury chests in view
observing how the crowd dropped
money into the treasury chests;
many rich people were dropping in
many coins however a poor
widow woman dropped in only two
small coins which had very little value;
these coins became known as the widow's mite.
Jesus called his disciples and said to them
'Truly I say to YOU that this poor widow
dropped in more than all those dropping
money into the treasury chests; for they
all dropped in out of their surplus,
but she dropped in all of what
she had, her whole living.' Mark 12: 41-44.
For the love of God.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem made me think of something. I would be happy to think that those who give and those who beg are the two facets if the same coin. She begged for God?
Small coin of little worth....priceless. From out of her heart she gave, this is where the greatest treasure lies. From the little seed she gave, a greater harvest she would receive, An inspired poem, : D
Sincerity and without condition act will bring human to the higher level, before god and noble human. I really respect the poem perpective and it's carry a very solid weight for reader to be more compassion. Well done.
Touchy analysis of a bit historical truth blended with a soft and sensitive observation from religious parable, you have established the real hunger of humanity. Good poem for the readers of all ages. Very matured your skill for depicting the belief. Perhaps you have acquired the efficiency to be a poet of the mass. Thank you. Regards, 10++ pranab
This poem enlighten a pious heart delivering a true love to his/her beloved god. God or Buddha are actually the icons, they sat there are to raise our reflecltion, reflection is a genune truth that endows people to do it everyday, God knows who is the sincereist, and matter not how much you donate or render, nothing is better than a true heart, the original heart is everything, this is the base that makes the world peaceful and harmony, thank you for sharing for the good poem, love to read many of your poetry, brought the enlightenment and well-beings. Also hope you can read one or two of mine.. I came from Taiwan, great to know you.
Theme is excellent. Lines separated from the stanzas add deeper significance.
Generosity is not giving in what has in excess but in giving what has minimum Lord Buddha [LB] once asked to bring best offering to all …many brought many riches and so on…but one disciple brought a ragged loin cloth …LB jumped said it the best offering …asked where he got it…he said that …one old lady said please wait there I’m going to bushy area to give my only thing that I’ve…excellent poem…..B-2 … Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
I cannot find a suitable word for the comment on this spectacular poem. You really know how to express the feelings....
Hi， George you do a good job, some of your poems are nice to read, full of wisdom!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Even skin flints back in Jesus days