by ST, mid 1980s
A pumpkin among many in a pumpkin patch,
a mouse with a crust of bread to pack;
each thought of the other
but little or none;
the mouse scurried by
trying to get things done,
the pumpkin sat stationary:
content to just soak up sun.
But someone knew how great a potential
would burst into life by a touch providential.
A pumpkin changed to coach?
(The skeptic's face turns sour--
at the thought of a mouse gone horse,
his imagination cowers!)
Yet how great a treasure that coach could carry
if drawn into motion by a little horse power!
Cinderella's godmother made a miracle happen
in a magical fairytale told while you were napping.
Now let me tell you a true tale--while you're awake--
A parable to heed for our fellowman's sake.
Many a man is like the mouse as he ran
hurrying, scurrying 'mong pumpkins fast as he can.
He never considers the miracle that can be wrought
if only the touch of Divine Providence were sought.
With his precious crust of bread
and his own little cares swimming 'round in his head,
it never occurs to him that with a few of his friends
what could be set in motion--if some teamwork they'd lend
for a pumpkin who else would find only a silly expression as his end
[think Jack o'Lantern]
Have you been a mouse when it comes to opening your mouth
to the pumpkins all vegetating surrounding your house?
O let them know!
How to a higher purpose they can grow:
that they can be vehicles of the royal treasures of heaven;
and you can get them to the "grand ball" by seven!
And all this can be--
it starts with just three:
you, and the pumpkin, and of course Divinity.
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