The Devine Offer

The rich man was with abundance
standing by the priest.
He was in sanctum sanatorium.
His name was prior in the list.

The moderate was
waiting patiently
inside the temple entrance arch.
He was next evidently.

The poor man surrendered
to his own fate,
closing his palms
standing outside temple gate.

He had nothing
to offer God.
Only tears were rolling down the cheeks.
His hands were smeared with clod.