Poem October 11, 1982 Issue

God's inexhaustible giving

KARLA JAN WATTS

Sitting on the front porch
watching an ant,
I thought:

Little ant, I could go into my kitchen
and give you bread enough
that you wouldn't know
what to do with it.

Your little tunnels
couldn't hold it all.

Even so, I,
a child of God,
will be thankful
for today's immeasurable supply.

KARLA JAN WATTS

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