Wearing worry about money like a hair shirt <br />I lie down in my bed and wrestle with my angel. <br /> <br />My bank-manager could not sanction my continuance for another day <br />But life itself wakes me each morning, and love <br /> <br />Urges me to give although I have no money <br />In the bank at this moment, and ought properly <br /> <br />To cease to exist in a world where poverty <br />Is a shameful and ridiculous offence. <br /> <br />Having no one to advise me, I open the Bible <br />And shut my eyes and put my finger on a text <br /> <br />And read that the widow with the young son <br />Must give first to the prophetic genius <br />From the little there is in the bin of flour and the cruse of oil.<br /><br />Kathleen Jessie Raine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worry-about-money/
