“Widow’s Mite” by Richard McClellan

There is a widow who lives by herself.

She's all alone except for her faith.

Possessing twelve minutes of work this day,

All she has are two mites in her hands.

Being alone with no provider,

Hardship is her only experience.

With the absence of her spouse,

Yahweh provides her two mites this day.

She sacrifices her two mites.

Because of her faith in Yeshua,

Around the corner is her savior,

She puts two mites in the church tithe.

The savior says this poor widow,

put in more than all the others faced,

She is alone, with only her faith.

Her livelihood is his grace.

Richard McClellan was born in Yellville, Arkansas (USA). He served in the U.S. Army, and has traveled the world including Japan, Korea, Portugal, Italy, Canada, and most of the lower 48 United States and Alaska. His favorite place that he has visited is the Azores Islands in the middle of the Atlantic ocean.

His hobbies include poetry, genealogy, motorcycling, crocheting, and knitting. Prior to an injury sustained in 2007, he enjoyed playing billiards, 8-ball and 9-ball competitively. His educational background includes a Bachelor's Degree in Electronics from SMSU and an Associates Degree in Electromechanical Technology from North Arkansas Community College. He's been writing poetry since 2011. He is a member of the Poetry Society of Vermont.