enough

Today it gripped my thoughts. It consumed my mind and reason. On a long walk with Rosy through the neighborhood I contemplated and prayed. What does it mean? Why is it so freely and amply given? Why are we implored, commanded even, to desire it? To be content with it?

Enough.

Enough is infinite. 

It is everywhere, at all times, at the perfect time.

There is nothing it can't do.

Nothing is beyond its realm of power. 

There is nothing I could ever need or be in want of that it would not provide.

Enough is perfection. 

It isn't too much; it lacks nothing. It is what it is.

It will always be that.

It takes on a thousand faces, a million shapes and countless combinations.

What a treasure! What a priceless jewel to possess. 

To underestimate its worth is foolish. To ask for more, a sin.

Perfection.

Enough.

I want to live in Enough. I want to be overjoyed with Enough. I want to be grateful with Enough. To be creative with Enough. To be wise with Enough. To be generous with Enough. 

To make sure others have enough with Enough. 

I want Enough to take root. To grow. To blossom. 

I want Enough to bear fruit. I want Enough to multiply 10, 20, 100 fold.

To feed the multitudes.

I want Enough to overflow out of me. Uncontrolled. Unmeasurable. 

A well whose waters run deep. That will never dry out. 

My soul thirsts for satisfaction. May I quench it with Enough.