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POEM
Discovery

Lillian Giesbrecht

To her gate in Zarephath
where she, on verge of starving,
gathered sticks,
there came a stranger.
“Please, ma’am, give me to eat and drink.”
She cringed,
“But sir, this famine—
my jars
hold only one more meal
for my son and me—
and then to die.”
“Bring to me that meal,”
the stranger urged.
“The God I serve will care.”
“God?” she wondered . . .
He still lives?
Then from her hearth
she drew a cake—
one last golden cake.
Her craving now unbearable
and thinking of her son,
she cried, “Impossible.”
Relentlessly
the stranger coaxed,
and when his need
she sacrificially served,
immediately her jars filled up.

Lillian Giesbrecht lives in Kelowna, B.C.

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