Not of This World

It is a strange world that we live in,
All boxed up with the belief
That there is not enough,
Everyone holding tight
Their grasp upon each thing, each dollar,
And meeting it out with reluctance
And only in exchange for what they want.
And perhaps that is the reason 
That I don’t feel at home here.
I have always been more free with things
Than was good for me.
And it has gotten me into trouble.
It has lost me friends
And failed to influence people.
But I realize that it is a balance.
God can only direct in such things.
And I am also growing in my understanding.
I am figuring it out as I go, painstakingly.
But I must admit that it is working.
I am able to do far more with what I have
Than I was once able to do.
And I am learning much 
From the fat and lean times of life.
But I treasure them both.
I invite them both,
Each in it’s season.
And through the ups and downs,
I come, more and more, to realize 
That life is not scarce. It is abundant.
There is plenty and to spare, 
Whether we meet our needs and share
With those less fortunate,
Or sup from the table prepared
For those who have fallen out.