Her Gift
by Denny Lancaster
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The dollar bill was as big as she,
but in the fathers face I would see,
a joy in allowing children to partake,
in the mass where they also could make,
a loving family part of the holy three.

Three children were there on the pew,
while at the Eucharist, they also grew;
Perhaps not as quickly as we who did see,
yet another resurrection of the trinity,
and all of us had a chance to renew.

Renew we did with the homily in the mass,
then the collection plate came but would pass,
as the little girl put up her small sleeve,
the dollar her father gave her to believe,
and a second homily by this wee small lass.

Lass's father gestured that would be all right,
the dollar bill was then held by her tight
and the look on her mother's face we'd see,
the way only a mother of children can plea,
when the usher returned their eyes did light.

Light is abundant in each Eucharist we attend,
while the other signs our parish will send
if we stay attuned to the reason we are here;
The blood and bread become abundantly clear
and a daily renewal we can always defend.

Footnote: Life's experiences are the very best source of poetry. Last night at Mass a young mother and father with three small children sat in the pew in front of my wife and myself. Just before the collection plate was passed the father handed a dollar bill to each of the older children.

When the plate was passed, the little girl had put the dollar up her sleeve, playing as children will do and did not have a chance to make her contribution. For some reason, I motioned to the usher, he returned to allow the little girl to place her offering too.

Keeping the thoughts and finishing a poem of this experience today also led me to something I had kept, the reason is now known and is pasted below.

Have your noticed that a growing number of commercials on television are now in rhyme? My friends, there must be a reason, other than being commercial.

Exhibit 1.

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