“Coins,” Ensign, Aug. 1988, 53


    Little one,

    remember when I took

    the five brown pennies

    from your hand,

    and in their place

    I put a gleaming silver dime?

    To my surprise,

    you cried with rage—

    replacing five with one

    could not be fair!

    I smiled, then,

    at childish reckoning …

    until I thought how often

    that our Father takes away

    the copper blessings

    from my hand

    and in their place

    He puts more precious ones.

    Yet, angrily, I count myself

    defrauded by the gift.

    I have not understood

    Eternal reckoning.