Unspent coins
You unlatched my
change purse;
poured its contents
onto the table between us.
‘It must be empty’,
You explained.
‘How can a slave own
a heart full of hope?’
Unspent coins of
solace and fantasy;
disappointment and
envy.
When I began to
surrender these coins
I discovered them to
be counterfeit,
imprinted with an
imposter’s face,
their taste bitter
between my teeth.
Empty my purse, Lord;
fill it as You
please.
O child of God, hope
is spent on false comfort.
In Illusion’s reign,
it’s the coin of the realm.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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