UNSPOKEN

I saw a God this morning
Seated in a beggar’s needy bowl
With few worn pennies for company.
And I asked him- Did you pay your carrier his price?
God didn’t answer my question.
As the day progressed,
And the sun was about to set;
Its last rays lit the beggar’s bowl
And my eyes met some new pennies that accompanied that God
And then I knew- Who was the carrier?
Strange answer…But then Gods are like that.