Ten Is To Five

By Keroline

Every day we had a guest

At noon he was at our step

My aunt shared our lunch with him

I always wondered why this thing.

Licking his fingers, he asked for more

To have his fill and bless our door

My day soon came I couldn’t resist

My curious mind just wouldn’t sit

I asked my aunt, “why this act?”

His plate got fuller, I got mad

A child’s mind I wanted some more

But my aunt’s mind was divine folklore.

She opened all her ten fingers slowly

And asked me to count them one by one

I stopped at ten to jeer at her

Wondering what just happened to my aunt.

Then she opened her five fingers slowly

And asked me to count them one by one

I stopped at five now all puzzled

Her eyes of love I sensed a ton.

My aunt a woman of generous spirit

Always explored God’s wisdom of gift

“He gifted us 10 fingers to cook,” she said

“But 5 are enough to eat”, she waved

“The rest five fingers are created to give

Our share they aren’t but of the poor who grieve

10 to cook and 5 to eat

10 to cook and 5 to give

God is an architect with a purpose behind

Device a method to know His mind”.

My woman that day gave soul to my fingers

Now they practice 10:5, in chorus

I learnt my lesson of giving I admit

To fill my family and also the weak.

By Keroline