Offerings

Mere words are all I have to give,

But what I have, I offer.

Like the widow from the Bible,

I'll place two mites in the coffer.

That offering, so miniscule

By all the standards of the day,

Is how I feel about my words,

As though I haven't much to say.

May I speak of Truth and Beauty,

And Love flow freely from my pen.

May Hope echo in my poems

To comfort all who hurt within.

Though these offerings are meager,

I humbly lay them at Your feet.

Please, bless my work and craftsmanship

Until my journey is complete.