“…that you may be filled to the measure
of all the fullness of God.” Ephesians 3:19b
The fullness of God is like
Dr. Pepper floats diligently prepared
for three perfect angels dancing
around the kitchen bright and beautiful
and barely sitting on beechwood benches
worn with waiting — sheepskin seatcovers
slipping and sliding under the abundance
of life assembled at the table, bubbling over
with anticipation and wonder while
three tall drinking glasses are each graced
with an orb of Carte d’Or ice cream,
a flourish and a pour of Dr. Pepper fizzing
far past the brim, whipped cream topping
an already overflowing cup running over,
pink mini marshmallows pressed down,
and hundreds and thousands of sprinkles
shaken together for good measure,
and a swirl, then another, of chocolate syrup
that drips down the insides and outsides
of these creations teeming with delight
as they are lifted to lips, and fingers finally
swipe clean the cup, and spoons scrape out
whatever is left from sipping and gulping
and taking in more of the very-goodness
than seems possible in so humble a vessel
and so short a time.