Where
did the ravens get the bread
From
which great prophet Elijah fed?
In
the middle of the drought
From
where did black beaks pull it out?
How
far did they fly with tasty crumbs
To
drop them for the teeth and gums?
Where
did those ravens find their feasts?
At
toes of mongrel, tearing beasts?
Did
they pluck meat from those bloody jaws
Or
wait ‘til slumber rendered pause?
Perhaps
they snatched bread from the road
Dropped
by soldiers tired and cold.
Or
perchance they stole it right and well
From
the lavish table of that Jezebel?
Perhaps
it was taken from her fare
Stolen
quickly on a daring dare
From
other ravens strongly mocking,
“Jezebel
will make you flocking!”
Black
wings may have taken from her table
Stealing
all that they were able
And
swiftly flew to rock and water
Where
Elijah was avoiding slaughter.
Where
did the ravens get that bread
From
which Elijah was well fed?
It
came from God who feeds the sparrows,
Who
feeds his beloved despite the arrows
Thrown
by wicked men and women
Intended
to harm and finally end them.
If
you are near a rock and stream
Don’t
despair or alter dreams
Look
up and see! There comes a raven
Sent
to you from none but Heaven!
Copyright 2019 M.R. Hyde
1 Kings 17:7-24
