A Poem: Good

Whatever fills our soul
God gives us that.
He is pouring wine into cups.
We are to just hold ours out.

He causes the sun to rise on all.
The earth is ours and all that’s good.

And as my skin responds to the warmth
of a late winters morning,
I see dew still on the bud
that’s yet to open for its full.

And I remember, our souls are made of a substance
to retain that which is poured,

upon us without measure,
without limit or withholding.
That we might draw water as the plants,
to use and to store.

Yes God, whatever fills our soul
you give us that.
Pour into my cup, open my buds to their full
to contain you and to trust,

in your goodness to all.

Ana Lisa de Jong
August 2017

Photo by Tattyan on Unsplash
You visit the earth and cause it to overflow; You greatly enrich it; The stream of God is full of water; You prepare their grain, for thus You prepare the earth.
Psalm 65:9

He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.
Matthew 5:45

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