To know ... self

Mark 12:41-42 

The Widow’s Two Mites

41 Now Jesus sat opposite the treasury and saw how the people put money into the treasury. And many who were rich put in much. 42 Then one poor widow came and threw in two mites, which make a quadrans.

 

To know oneself is placing self in the offering plate

 

You say that I am a hypocrite.

You say that I am a fake.

You say that all I do is for self

and that I remind you of a snake.

 

You say I am full of compromise.

Someone who is blind as a bat.

You know you can’t prove any of this

and that is all of that.

 

I have something to tell you

if you shut up and go your way.

I can prove all what you said

and that’s all I want to say.

 

When I tell you that you are right

you say I play the martyr.

I just can’t get through to you

that I’m a mite and you’re a quarter.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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