I grew up impoverished.
After many years, I noticed
lay scattered at my feet.
Yet, I remained poor ... because,
I refused to take off my boxing gloves
long enough to scoop them up. So ...
years later –
with great effort and daring –
I took off the gloves.
Yet, I remain poor ... because,
most of the jewels proved to be paste.
Now ... my naked heart and hands
are folded in prayer, which may, also,
be mostly paste -- we shall see –
but, what great treasure
has a poor man to lose anyway ...
betting on prayer?
O child of God, veils within and without
obscure the treasure of infinite worth.