To be given just enough
Surely is the greatest gift.
Yet how I’ve carped, complained, and cried,
Feeling my just share denied!
Sour resentment poisoned thought;
Envy and desire did naught
But conceal from me this truth:
I am given just enough.
Humble shelter, simple food,
Form not beautiful but good;
Pain enough to mortify,
Mindfulness that I’m to die;
Work for sustenance, not wealth,
Lest matter overshadow health;
Solitude, my natural state,
Scant society abates;
Love not passionate, but kind
Leaves me room to know my mind.
Just enough to soul sustain
Might free the spirit and the brain;
Keep one restless, yet at peace;
True abundance is just this.
Softly I’ll draw breath and sing
To see life in strict balance swing.
- Submitted by Emily Murphey