Token Tithes

Daylight intrudes with patches of blue sky

Yesterday the weather harassed us with restlessness

I sit in a comfortable chair

In my home in the suburbs

Away from city pavements and high office towers

In lost moments to myself

I look around the neighborhood

From an enclosed screen porch

And spy the heat of other lives

Caught up in their snares

A young couple walking arguing

A little boy fallen off a tricycle

A screen door slams

A grumpy looking girl in knotted hair

Listens to a ranting parent

Tries to get out of earshot

I feel like a worm that’s been overfed

My thoughts; the collection basket at church

The size and substance

Of our token tithes

Pocket change mostly

We are an abomination all of us

Have we been gone too long to be changed?

Somebody loves us all

But we don’t remember Him to feel His approval

You rob me, he says

In tithes and offerings

You are cursed with a curse for you have robbed me

Bring all the tithes into the storehouse

That there may be meat in my house

And prove me

If I will not bless you with overabundance and blessings

Malachi 3:9-10

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