When those hired about five o’clock came, each of them received [a denarius] the usual daily wage. – Matthew 20:9
“I got a rock.” – Charlie Brown in It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown
Nobody hired us. You could say I didn’t try.
At least, I didn’t try the ones with work.
I promise you I tried the ones that didn’t,
at least the ones who said they didn’t.
Another day of working to find work;
another day of working without pay;
another day of wondering just how
the evening’s meal will come together.
“Why are you standing here so idle all the day?”
“I’ve chased the ones who will not hire
from this end of the marketplace to that.
So now, I stand, because there is no hope for work.”
Or is there?
Now that was just an hour ago. I worked
to pull the weeds and stake the vines,
but to be honest, darkness came too soon
to make much impact on this vineyard.
Darkness came too soon to make much impact
on the emptiness of my larder.
Darkness came too soon for work to be
rewarded with enough to keep our lives.
But look: there in my hand. The owner
of the vineyard has presented me
with a denarius, a coin whose worth
will keep us fed today, perhaps tomorrow.
I run back to the marketplace
for oil and flour, beans and dates.
My family will not believe
the owner’s generosity – I hardly do!
Behind me I hear quarrelling.
I pay no mind if others’ eyes are evil.
My family will eat tonight
because someone was good.
I usually imagine Jesus’ parable from the perspective of the all-day workers, the ones “who have borne the burden of the day and the scorching heat.” For this poem/prayer, I thought I’d choose another point of view.
A poem/prayer based on Matthew 20:1-16, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year A, Proper 20 (25).
Photo of a denarius by Classical Numismatic Group, Inc. http://www.cngcoins.com, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=534248.
7 thoughts on “I Got a… Denarius”
I love looking at the parable from that perspective…..an entirely new thought!
Thank you so much, Carole!
This is a truly wonderful perspective — I had never gone there either.
Thank you, Maren!
So here I am Friday morning and I get a call asking me to preach for a pastor whose mother-in-law just died. And here is this poem just asking to be preached in Portsmouth New Hampshire. Thank you.
Thank you, my friend! May God tenderly hold your friend and all their family as they grieve.
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