On walking home one day I found a coin on the ground.
It wasn’t shiny or new, wasn’t fancy at all.
But being human I didn’t fight the urge to keep it,
I put it in my pocket and went on my way.
Well, this coin began to burn a hole in my pocket.
The urge to look at it, roll it around in my hand,
and spend it, ruled my thoughts for many a moment.
I told myself, “No, you cannot. You shouldn’t.”
“This could be a good omen, hang on to it.”
I chastened myself, as my mother would have,
and kept going on my way.
Now it happened that I came across a woman
who appeared to be in dire need.
The look of despair on her face spoke
volumes in mere moments.
I felt of the coin in my pocket,
It’s warmth, from having been close to me, radiated.
This woman looked as though she could use
such warmth at this very moment.
Human nature took hold for a moment,
but love shone through the mist created by doubt.
I gave the coin to the woman,
and I delighted in her joy at having received it.
She thanked me profusely while wearing
a look of disbelief on her face.
Without explanation I smiled and reached out
to embrace her.
I bade her goodwill, prayed her keep the
Coin, cherish it, and not to
let go of it.
Its healing power she would realize soon enough.