None Gave More (A Memorial Day poem)

Rolling ThunderHere's to the boys Who died on unknown hills

In unnamed battles

Who rest in unmarked graves

Whose near anonymous sacrifice

Secured the safety

And freedom

Of untold millions

To whom belongs

The whispered but not unknown...

And Eternal


Of the Widow's mite.


Jesus sat down near the collection box in the Temple and watched as the crowds dropped in their money. Many rich people put in large amounts. Then a poor widow came and dropped in two small coins.

Jesus called his disciples to him and said, “I tell you the truth, this poor widow has given more than all the others who are making contributions. For they gave a tiny part of their surplus, but she, poor as she is, has given everything she had...

Mark 12:41-44

None Gave More (A Memorial Day Poem)