With Soup Bowls Waiting

hands closed about stolen honey
figuratively or literally

unable to open to receive
what God hands to us
what’s best for us

what would be most life-enhancing
most life-sustaining

I try to be open, to be empty
when he hands me poems
when he has these to outpour in me


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
4:23 p.m. 06/10/07