A Potful Of Somethings

Blessings abound
from Heaven' bean pot, but only
those marked for me.

I have reached in
and gathered handfuls
that have grown flowers
and trees, transforming
the landscape of my world.

Paint cans, spewed colors
like aqua oceans onto my walls
saying:

"Here! See, here-- the very waters that Christ walked upon!

I have taken beans
and given those blessings to others
because they were not mine to keep
but needed to pass through my hand--

"Obedience--now their garden, grows"

I have the stars at night, and
the winds by day
that carry in, camels of provision--
manna for each morning
upon dew-laden fields.

I plucked a bean called "love"
because I thought it was for me
but it withered in my hand, and
I heard the Lord say

"Love thy God with all your heart, for I am a jealous God"

But I do--can't you see all your blessings
I've planted
and tended, in your name?

I am still
a work in progress.

"Want" and "need", are different words,
different seeds
that grow different beans.

I have all I need
for each season
and the Lord wants me to love
only Him.

So be, it
and I shall not
touch again
the bean called "love".