Plenty
is always provision for a need:
another’s
or some future of our own—
unrealized, perhaps;
unseen.
The seven years of plenty
Joseph stored
against the years of famine
that would come.
So
when a winter
promises to be
severe,
nature generously provides
for little friends;
and sensing
in her lavish spread
a hint of coming want,
the ants
and squirrels are busy
harvesting;
and so am I.
I have been
so generously provided for
in happiness,
good memories,
family,
and true friends;
and more than all—
His presence and His Word;
perhaps it is a “sign,”
as mountain people say,
that winter is to be
a tough one.
If that is so,
let it be;
my larders are well stocked. n
Taken by permission from “Ruth Bell Graham’s Collected Poems,” by Ruth Bell Graham, ©1977, 1992, 1997 The Ruth Graham Literary Trust.