The Kettle Poem by Fabian Gerard Stanley

The Kettle



Watch the kettle on the stove
Puffing away the steam;
The morning paper's on the table
And you're still in a dream.

Listen to the kettle hiss and sing
As the water bubbles;
You cringe before the day ahead,
You know it's fraught with troubles.

But as puffs of steam go heavenward
And the aroma mills around you;
The warmth of daylight wraps you in itself
As God's love begins to surround you.

Gratitude spills forth from your heart
As you sip the steaming brew;
That you're alive and all is well
With the world, your kettle and you.

Thank God for the humble kettle
And that your waking wasn't burned;
And for His amazing grace
And the lesson you've learned.

Friday, May 25, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: waking
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 25 May 2012

Most people today are out the door before it has time to boil.

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True that. Thank you.

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