We often fail to understand

The things people do.

We speculate, incriminate,

Make quick judgments too.

 

I threw coins upon the ground.

Did it with no remorse.

I smiled as I walked away.

I kept a steady course.

 

Someone came to talk with me.

With anger in his face.

“Pick up that bit of trash,

Don’t leave behind a trace.”

 

A little boy came down the street

And picked the money up.

He held the coins so tenderly.

He went and bought a cup.

 

He found a water fountain,

And he filled it to the brim.

He took it to his neighbor

who had just lost a limb.

 

In a corner of my mind,

I saw another child

Pick up some money

And hold it close awhile.

 

He went to the  market.

He bought a loaf of bread.

He gave it to some children.

All of them were fed.

 

An angel from heaven

Had cared enough to leave,

A bit of money

So others could believe

 

God  was often

watching

His children down below.

He  scattered coins

So others might know:

 

Every single person,

Needs a nice surprise,

Especially little children

With hope in their eyes.

 

Yu/stan/kema.