There was a bounty at Zarephath
Hidden from the world.
The widow had only a little meal in a barrel,
A little oil in a cruse. For fuel,
She was gathering sticks by the city's gate,
When Elijah first met her.
She had heard God's voice,
Instructing her to receive the prophet,
Bidding her to maintain him.
To hear God's voice is riches,
To follow the leading of Truth is bounty.
To Elijah, a little water in a vessel,
A little cake selflessly proffered,
Were happy augury of plenty.
Over this meek household, the many days
While drought stretched into months and years,
There shone the brightness of God's promise
That the oil and the meal should not fail.
The simple daily fulfillment was riches,
Lasting until the great rain came.
