Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Creamer

by Charlotte Foster

Just a little creamer,
May not seem much to you.
To me it represents a love,
That’s always fresh and new.

It comes to me in many ways,
Some simple and some not.
At times it’s unexpected,
And other times it’s sought.

Little trinkets of Himself,
To find when unaware.
Confirming in my heart again,
That He is always there.

He follows me to silly places-
My favorite antique store.
Reveals He knows my every thought,
And that He’s gone before.

For on my knees down on the floor,
And moving things aside.
I got a glimpse of something,
That someone seemed to hide.

Around in back, behind a vase,
No, it just couldn’t be!
The red rim of a creamer,
My Father hid for me.

All alone it sat there,
No more useful role.
I didn’t mind because you see,
I own the sugar bowl!

Only He would know that,
And only He would care.
Only He could know that day,
That I’d be shopping there!

But as it is written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man, The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” (1 Corinthians 2:9)

If He is so loving and good to us here, how much more can He possibly be preparing for eternity? I cannot even imagine!


  1. Hi Charlotte,
    What an absolutely sweet poem to express yourself concerning the red-rimmed dishes! Did you write it? God cares even about the little things that make us happy. Who wouldn't want to serve a God like Him? I have some of the same pieces that match your sugar and creamer. Thank you for sharing. I loved it!


  2. Such a sweet poem and reminder of God's love and concern for us...even in the "small" things....

  3. That is beautiful - as is your whole blog. God does love us in the little everyday things - thank you.


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