Abundance Born of Poverty.
I can't see it. I can't fathom it.
Perhaps, I'm not looking hard enough.
Or perhaps, I am not open to the
possibility that there really is such
a thing as abundance born of poverty.
I think that is the truth of it.
I can't see how abundance can be born of poverty.
I know poverty's bairn, unrelenting hardship and oppression.
I am meeting its kinsmen, anguish, despair, suffering and fatigue.
Yet, Spirit asks me to write about abundance,
the one experience I have not yet had with poverty.
Typical.
Spirit, in its ever cryptic and nonsensical fashion,
asks for the seemingly impossible in the very moment that
I feel least capable of, or interested in, deciphering its riddle.
I can't see it. I can't fathom it.
Perhaps, I'm not looking hard enough.
Or perhaps, I am not open to the
possibility that there really is such
a thing as abundance born of poverty.
I think that is the truth of it.
I can't see how abundance can be born of poverty.
I know poverty's bairn, unrelenting hardship and oppression.
I am meeting its kinsmen, anguish, despair, suffering and fatigue.
Yet, Spirit asks me to write about abundance,
the one experience I have not yet had with poverty.
Typical.
Spirit, in its ever cryptic and nonsensical fashion,
asks for the seemingly impossible in the very moment that
I feel least capable of, or interested in, deciphering its riddle.
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