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.