by Dennis Williams
Elijah visits the widow and requested something to eat I’ve nothing to give, oh prophet man sent from God the little flour and oil in the house is to make bread for me and my two sons. Elijah told the widow widow, use your last bread and oil to feed the man of God then watch God supply all your needs. The widow says, the creditors, they’re coming to take my son away for debt, which we acknowledge but which we cannot pay. But the prophet said, oh faithful, watch the mighty hand of God. The prophet told the widow, just trust and obey I’m a prophet of God your debt will be paid. Go out to the village gather all the cans you can they will be filled with oil by God’s mighty hand. Fill all the vessels with oil sell and save your sons and use the leftover and let your life be prolonged. And with that, the oil starts flowing it just kept on pouring it flowed until all the cans were filled. The creditor’s plan was broken their plans came to naught the plan for the young lads the plan was hijacked. Because the oil kept on pouring Oh, it kept flowing, it poured until all the vessels were filled. The oil starts pouring as if it couldn’t stop all the empty vessels were filled to the top. The creditor’s plan was broken their plan all came to naught because you trust God, your two sons will not be their slaves. The oil kept pouring as if it couldn’t stop it poured until all the vessels were filled. The widow’s sons were saved the debt was paid in full like what Jesus did on the cross for us he paid our debt in full with his blood.
Dennis Williams is an emerging poet-writer from Sandy Hill, St. Catherine, Jamaica. His inaugural piece entitled, They Burn the City, has been published in Agape Review.