She was in a panic; her husband was dead, <br />while the fear of dread had filled her head. <br /> <br />The local creditor wanted to enslave her sons; <br />she desired to keep her family from being undone. <br /> <br />She observed the seriousness of her situation <br />and sought the prophet for an inspired solution. <br /> <br />In their meeting, Elisha asked about her resources, <br />to determine a course of action, for him to endorse. <br /> <br />“With my spouse gone, my finances have been despoiled; <br />all that is left, is but a small container of oil.” <br /> <br />“Listen carefully my sister, and I’ll instruct you <br />with the needed wisdom, for your divine break-through. <br /> <br />Seek out your neighbors, for many, empty pots and jars; <br />be diligent in your search, with friends, near and far. <br /> <br />Once you have completed your first task of collection, <br />lock yourselves inside, with the jars in your possession. <br /> <br />Then take your original vial of olive oil and begin to pour, <br />filling each, empty vessel, behind the safety of your door. <br /> <br />For once you start, you will see the blessings of God flow, <br />according to your level of faith, His grace He will bestow.” <br /> <br />One at a time, she filled a cleaned vessel and set it aside; <br />when she was finished, her and her family were teary-eyed. <br /> <br />Upon further instruction, she sold the oil, paid her debts, <br />and was thankful, that their future needs were… completely met. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Author Notes: <br /> <br />Loosely based on: <br />2 Kings 4: 1-7 <br /> <br />Learn more about me and my poetry at: <br />http: //www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/ <br /> <br />By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.<br /><br />Joseph James Breunig 3rd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-nothing-but-olive-oil/
