Philemon’s Pitcher
I wished for more
I prayed for miracle
A job, a home
Companions
A car to get me there and
Back again
For clothes that set and
Looked good
Well, good enough
Food that might hold me
And I might enjoy
And what happened
With these petitions I don’t
Know,
But I think when at I’m the gate or
Once inside
I might be told:
Did you not notice the extra
Potato in the bag
The extra gasoline already in the tank
The fifteen minutes more
Than should not have been available
The one who held the door and
Was never seen again?
The miracles of stories must be large,
I guess
Miracles as molecules
Go uncounted
Unconsidered
And those in between
Not for the book but nonetheless
The provenance of angels who
Entertained us unaware
C L Couch
http://www.icollector.com/ancient-greek-wine-jug-300BC-2280081_i8229518
April 20, 2018 at 2:09 am
Lovely!
April 22, 2018 at 6:58 pm
Thank you!
April 23, 2018 at 1:02 am
You’re welcome!
April 23, 2018 at 8:50 am
Thanks for this much needed perspective. Now if only I could bottle such perspective up and keep it in a flask whenever I need it…
April 23, 2018 at 11:02 am
You’re welcome, and thank you. Hmm, write down a few words that are meaningful to you and put these in your pocket? I know it’s not a flask or a pitcher.
April 23, 2018 at 2:23 pm
That sounds like exactly the type of thing I need to start doing. Thanks for the idea!