“The world is fairly studded and strewn
with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand.”
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Think on the little girl who buries coins,
Draws arrows for the passerby to find
Them. Wonder that she does not care who does.
Oh artist, you have lost the wonder, joy
Of humble offerings. Your drive to impress
Has only made you stingy, fearful, cold.
So cast your pennies on the roadside, cast
Your bread upon the waters, sow your seed
With a liberal, gracious, gift-giving hand.
Who receives the gift is less important.
The joy of being one who gave is more.
A benediction: May you be one. Bless.