Dear Lord,
I’m not one
to be rich in this world’s
goods.
I cannot give gobs of money to charity
or even do the volunteer work I used to do
because of the price of gas.
Everything costs so much today.
So I am giving my poetry as a gift to you.
It is my best talent.
Do you accept gifts from the hands
of poor sinners?
You did accept the gift
from a woman of ill repute once.
She anointed you for burial.
Please accept my humble gift too.
I anoint for your return.