Plenty Enough

Original DDE™ art: “Gilded” by: rob kistner © 12/4/25

 

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abundance is not a storehouse

or a vault

sealed in the dark

 

nor a fertile field

brimming with grain

 

not if a needy child

a hungry child

or anyone as such

may not enter

or share

 

it is not the bright idea of “plenty”

claimed by the few

guarded like treasure

while the world waits outside—

gate closed

 

abundance requires access—

requires the sharing hand

requires availability for all

 

like air

like sunlight

like rain that does not choose

which fields to bless

 

if a foolish world

stores mountains of food

but desperate mothers

still measure meals in worry—

 

then… what we call abundance

is only hoarding—

dressed in finer clothes

 

when people sleep on concrete

when bodies go unhealed

when bare unwashed feet

meet the sting of winter asphalt

 

when a just call for

critical help

goes unheeded

 

when true starvation

causes anyone unbearable pain

or excruciating death…

 

the “lie” of distance becomes obvious—

 

as if abundance can live “over there”

and still mean something here

 

true abundance is local

immediate

shared

 

it is not a rumor of plenty

but a presence of enough

 

in our own rooms

in our own hands

in the widened circle

where no one is left outside

 

abundance begins with an open gate—

not with the locked door

behind which a fatted few sit

counting their gold

eating there filet mignon

swilling their fine wine

 

~ no ~

 

it must live in the daylight

in the place where hands meet freely

where people come together

in the promise that enough

belongs to all

 

in the promise to care for each other

in the promise to care for our shared home

earth

 

you can pile food past the horizon

stack medicine to the ceiling

let good clothing gather

in towers of folded grace—

 

if it never reaches the people

who hunger

who ache

who shiver

 

then plenty is only a dark shadow

pretending to shine

 

true abundance is tangible

not rumor—

 

a chorus of shared opportunity

a fairness declared

a deeply rooted equality

 

it’s the way we lift each other

from the dim corners of need

 

abundance is not a closed fist

it is an open hand—

 

it is love

 

a rhythm of grace

a human tide of love

moving outward

making room

making a difference

giving of yourself

 

letting not one soul

stand outside

wanting

 

rob kistner © 12/4/25

Poetry at: dVerse