I heard a sound coming of the sky.
Like the roar of the ocean, or the roar of thunder.
Truth though is more of the sound of a sigh.
But as we understand more, so the more we wonder.

Mary was such a delicate flower.
Yet of seismic change .
Her very weakness a thing of enormous power.
Beyond anything in our range.

A poverty stricken widow put in two small coins.
This poor widow has put in more than any of them.
Bringing together all the joins.
Although she only earnt a crumb.

So we are not judged by how great we are.
But by what  we give and are.

……

We may be feeble
Very young or very old
But we’re worth so much

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See   Apocalypse 14: 1-5  and  Luke 21: 1-4