Fabian Gerard Stanley
The Kettle - Poem by Fabian Gerard Stanley
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.
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