23 Sunday after Pentecost

Mark 12: 38-44

each copper coin
rang
as it fell
striking the many other coins
piled
in indistinguishable heaps
in the treasury
these two coins
the least of all the coins there
danced their way down the sides of the many
made great
not by the numbers stamped in them
or from whom they came
but why
and this untold why of faith
amid the gathering of human greatness
sang up to heaven
with the simple pure joy
of a nightingale