This thoroughfare offers much to applaud
Free to enjoy, by the grace of God
This thoroughfare of push and shove
Of glittered grit and grin
Of failure’s temporary glove
And triumph’s weathered skin
This constant attempt to succeed
In this most human race
Where we are all creatures of need
Dependent on God’s grace
This place of ‘all-first-timers here’
Learning though our mistakes
Where longing whets the tender tear
And laughter heals its aches
Where all we have can leave a hole
Beyond the reach of Touch
A hunger we cannot console
With food, fortune and such
Where love stripped of pretentious noise
And vain-glorious pride
Stands naked in its tomb of toys
With nothing left to hide
Where all it boasts is not enough
‘til we discover This;
The height of happiness and love
Is found through what one gives
© Janet Martin
As Jesus looked up, he saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury.
He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins.
“Truly I tell you,” he said, “this poor widow has put in more than all the others.
All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth;
but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.”
Luke 21:1-4
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