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| Hot Cross Buns |
Mention abundance to me and I have visions
of hot-cross buns dancing, everyday a Good
Friday with lilies and eggs in the palms of hands
everyday Easter rising with gifts and promise.
Mention abundance and some imagine money—
paper bills and bonds, bank accounts and gold, silver,
diamonds, mansions, ocean liners and jets—
all in turning bingo cages, prizes for all.
Mention abundance and a girl clears overflow from
closets, drawers and bookcases. Who needs seven
pairs of sneakers, four pairs of boots, five coats, twenty
tee shirts, ten pairs of pants and eight hundred (plus)
books?
Mention abundance and she helps us open doors
for world-wide feasts and giveaways—pot-latch learned from
the first peoples of North America. We feel
the gains of giving, its love and spacious-ness.
Desire abundance and create a bun dance—just
by mixing dough, adding crosses, letting them rise,
and baking—just by opening the door to give
and take and celebrate the end of scarcity.
by mixing dough, adding crosses, letting them rise,
and baking—just by opening the door to give
and take and celebrate the end of scarcity.
For my prompt at Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Abundance
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast
Oh, this poem is sweet indeed. I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteLike the symbolism of the hot cross buns on Good Friday. I took about 50 books to a charity yesterday. I am that girl and I am shedding:)
ReplyDelete"Desire abundance and create a bun dance" & "celebrate the end of scarcity.".....The best kind of celebration, indeed! I don't mind an overflow from bookcase, though :)
ReplyDeleteLove the title.
Ah, this is such a heartwarming poem — I love this picture of abundance which is marked by giving and sharing so that there's no longer scarcity. That's the situation — there's an abundance of resources but an unequal distribution of them, leaving large swathes of the populace in destitution and poverty. So, perhaps all that is abundant can never be abundant for the world that we live in.
ReplyDeleteBeyond that, I simply adored your vision of abundance — those hot-cross buns must dance very well. :-)
Oh dear! I have many more than 800 books. Is that called a superabundance?
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet write!!! Funny witty and wise Luv it
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by my blog today Susan
much love..
Never have liked hot cross buns. Guess, its their taste. As for the poem, its speaks of western society fixation of materialism, how we measure the worth of a person, by the goods that we own. Throughout my life, I've endure numerous purges of material goods for various reasons. But, the wealth of a true friend/family member can never be replaced
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ReplyDeletethe gains of giving, its love and spacious-ness.
and this in truth, begets abundance ....
I absolutely loved this line. It's brilliant and well placed for what comes before and after, in the poem.
And it's crazy, but when Mary offered us the hint about the mid-week prompt being about abundance, I started mind playing with words and had the image of hot-crossed buns dancing in my head too! go figure?
yes, I'm sitting here and musing on the images you've created and letting them sink in, thinking of crosses, and Easter, resurrection, food, Fall's harvests, "purging" etc. and how this is subtly tied up and together in your poem. Very interesting for the direction it offers.
Well after that last comment...I must say I found this poem heartwarming and generous. I like the shedding. I am shedding things taking to the store at my church that uses the proceeds to feed the hungry and clothe the poor. An excellent poem.
ReplyDeleteCelebrating the end of scarcity.......through the sharing of abundance....that is the way we are meant to live, i believe.......loved this poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a warm and loving post this is; apart from the 800 books. They would be last things to go in my place! (Sadly since downsizing I have only about 500 left!)
ReplyDeleteGoodness an abundance of interesting things here.. I looked up potlatch, learnt something new! I will never forget the image of hot cross buns dancing... and yes.. I do..800 books and 8 lifetimes to read them all!! Fabulous Susan!
ReplyDeleteAbundant steam as hot cross buns first come out of the oven, melting gold butter in their parted depths. Such abundance and such a share. A potlatch indeed.
ReplyDelete"A bun Dance," that is a fun idea!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet, loving poem this is, Susan. Love the idea of the buns.
ReplyDeleteThat was wonderful! Love the idea of end of scarcity and plenty to go around
ReplyDeleteHot cross buns, money and gold, overflowing closet, feasts … perhaps misplaced priorities. Absent those, we still have an abundance and nature and God's bounty everywhere about us for which to be grateful. You've given us much to think about.
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