Poetry Corner

Being in the middle of screenwriting (and worrying about money), I thought I would just post this poem I wrote, which seems appropriate.

Daily Bread

Elisha, to the widow’s cries

Found what last store she had left

And made the oil multiply

Flowing over to pot and cruse and vase

Each full container set aside

Until she could repay her debt

I am more like she of Zarephath.

In a lean and hungry time

Taking in Elijah as her guest.

Oil multiplied again, and meal,

But only day by day.

Never empty, never overflowing,

Until the famine went away.

I’d like to see Heaven’s windows open,

Spill out in plenty over me,

See the fruits of years of toil

Blossom with great rapidity.

But I might find, were that the case

That sloth would grow from too much ease.

Perhaps I’d think the glory mine,

And spend less time on bended knee.

Enough for a day is still enough.

Not rich, I am still loved and fed

Always knowing, I need Thee

And always granted daily bread.

- Gina Harris