What will fill
my begging bowl
today?
Raindrops
lightly misting
thirsty plants,
an elderly widow,
lonely, in need of my
company, my hug,
willow trees,
long branches draping
over the pond,
two loud startled ducks,
flapping and
quacking away.
And, today,
a birthday-
a great-grandson,
six years old.
Another year has
come and gone
so fast.
The bowl is filling up.
I need not even ask.
Each blessed day,
God fills
my empty cup.
