Random Acts of Poetry...silver coin

I caught
a glimpse of God
in the open palm of
a street beggar and as the sun
glinted on my silver coin in his
hand silver-round like the head of
a nail I thought what I have
given you is the least
of what you
need

The prompt for Poetry Friday this week is to write a poem using the words "I spied God in..." I changed the prompt a bit...is that cheating, or poetic license?

More Poetry:
LL's Black Box
Laura's poem about the ocean