The bowl of oats


My bowl of oats becomes a wisdom
A lesson about the sweetness of life
Each day I make a bowl of porridge
For me it is the emergency sustenance
My body gets because
I am forgetful about eating
Thus, my blood sugar drops and my blood thins
Causing the effect close to fainting
As I make this daily ritual, I remember
To thank Allah for simple sustenance
Which has major benefits
This simple bowl of oats
Today, as Heaven may have it
To enhance me with life skills
I forgot to add, after the oats and water, some sweetened milk
And as Heaven would have it, I ate my provision
And scoffed, at the taste lacking sugar
I instantly remembered a childhood episode
When I stayed a night in hospital
Had oats for breakfast the following morning,
The gruel was such as now I taste
A mere child with an unsweetened bowl of oats
Such was a hospital experience
Now, as the adult, with a similar fate
I laughed as I scoffed,
Ridiculed myself, at being forgetful
Compared to the child, ignorant
That the sweetness of oats must be added
To enhance the taste of provision
Hence, the wisdom dawns, that life so is true
That although we are merely served
A portion of goodness or not
We make it better by our added innovations
Or inspirations
To make the good , better
So fill your cup of oats freely
With sugar, honey or sweetened milk
Consume and relish your blessings
The Lord, has given
~Lorraine Nur~

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