I stood within my kitchen looking out

At trees with fruit that teased me bountiful.

The coming month, and day, I thought about

Tomorrow, and the years ahead that pull.

My mind was wandering to where I'd hide

From what I feared, and even from my vows.

I dreamt of how I dreamed I'd feel inside,

Of years to come, of fat and leaner cows.

The pangs of hunger pricked my soul to be

Robust, to hold my ground at that window.

And wanting for provisions, Lord bade me

Recall Elijah's time with the widow.

As prayer coursed through my soul, as rushes blood

The answers from my Lord came as a flood.