These are older pieces (some written as far back as High School).  I haven't written too many new pieces, but I kept these because I like them.  Hope you like them too.

The Widow's Mite 

By Amita4ever

(April 1997)

The gates of the temple were unlocked.

The chests were open wide

to accept the gifts His servants brought

as they jostled their way inside.

Their bags and boxes heavy

with tokens of their wealth.

The rich men bragged and argued

as to whose gift of theirs was best

But there was another with them,

who held her treasure tight.

Unseen by all within but One

until she stepped into the light

No trumpets announced her presence,

No banners proclaimed her name,

yet into the holy temple

the most faithful of them came.

No cloth of gold adorned her,

no rich or bright brocade,

but in simple woolen homespun

the lonely widow came.

Into the gaping chest she dropped

two coppers from her hand.

Two of the smallest coins

found within the land.

How the rich men jeered her gift,

How the priests did scorn,

this meager spot of money

from this woman all alone.

She worked so hard to save it.

It was all she owned.

Wealth was hard to come by

since her husband had passed on.

But little did she realize

there was another there that day,

to whom the veils of flesh and mind

would forever part their ways.

“I tell you she has given

as no other here has done,”

His quiet words were spoken

and the truth within them rung.

“For she has given in her poverty

more than any other has.

She has given up her last two coins

with quiet, willing hands.”

“Is any other treasure here

equal to her gift?”

Asked the Teacher of his students,

And then He answered this.

“There are none, I tell you,

for do not judge the cost

of the gold upon the altar,

but the cost upon the heart”

Think you that poor widow

did not wonder where from next

the coin for her night’s meal would come

in times as tight as that?

But her gift was not unnoticed

by Him nor Him Above,

for truly it was given

through a faithful servant’s love.

These Words that He has taught us

in our life must still play part.

Tis not the size of gift that matters,

but size of the gifter’s heart.

So heed the Savior’s lesson,

be it time or dollar bills.

Reap the heartfelt contentment

of doing your Father’s will.

A Writer's Prayer

By Amita4ever

Precious Saviour, hear my plea.
Open my mind
that I may understand Your Word,

Open my heart

that I may heed Your Word,

Open my soul

that I may need Your Word,

Reshape my life

that I may live Your Word,

Touch my tongue

that I may speak Your Word,

and

Inspire my pen

that I may share Your Word,

In thy Holy name I pray,

Amen.

Rainbows
By Amita4ever

Rainbows like whispers

so soft and so subtle

with magic so great

as to promise the world

to those who can notice

and dream and remember

with treasures unrealized

to those who don't care

seeming to them

to be just colored air.

This is one of my more recent pieces -- if you call in the last 10 years recent - LOL.  When invited to a wedding I like to give a romantic book on keeping marriage strong in addition to something practical.  I will inscribe the cover of the book with the name of the couple, the date of the wedding and Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 along with this little sediment I authored...

The cord to guide is husband’s

The cord to keep is wife’s.

They twine together to provide

The heart of family life.

But a two fold cord is weak

And easy to unwind.

A third cord is yet needed

To, with strength, the two to bind.

The third cord, God the father,

Through the Holy Spirit sent by Christ

Entwines the two within His love,

Thus binding them for life.

For only through the eyes of Jesus,

the sole begotten Son,

Shall man and wife truly see

how the two shall become one.

Thus begins your new life together

Teach Me, Lord

By Amita4ever

Teach me to listen, Lord

Teach me to hear

that still small voice

not heard by the ear

Teach me to feel, Lord

in the depths of my soul.

When the Great I Am speaks

I want to know

So many voices

say they need to be heard

demanding attention

in this earthly world

They deafen and distract me

with the grievous and absurd

when none`s so important

as the least of Your Words.

Teach me to listen, Lord

Teach me to see
Your Will in my life
And what serving You means.