Abundance

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Image ~ Ghost of Christmas Present ~ A Christmas Carol ~ Charles Dickens 

I sit quietly at my desk

morning light spills across a bowl

brimming with fresh fruit ~

a small, ordinary abundance

Somewhere a child wakes 

to the scrape of an empty bowl

the echo of last night's hunger

still clinging to his ribs

I try to imagine that morning ~

how the world narrows

to the simple ache of 'not enough'

while mine expands into choices I hardly notice

How strange ~ this planet 

that grows enough food to feed every mouth

yet lets food disappear 

into the hollow places

I do what I can ~ small offerings

thin threads of hope ~ and I wonder

if threads woven together might

become a net strong enough

to catch every child 

before hunger lays claim