Seems like a lifetime I’ve been working on them, these pockets I’ve crafted.

They have to be just right. I can’t afford to lose anything they might hold.

Table scraps, tidbits, and leftovers. Perhaps even a little token on occasion.

I worry that the pockets won’t hold. I can’t lose the things I find. They are all I have.

One day, while searching for crumbs, He came along. He started to follow me everywhere.

I thought He wanted to take what was in my pockets. I shied away.

Out of the blue He brought me a gift. I tried to stuff it down in my pockets and He asked me why I was doing that.

I told Him that I didn’t have much and needed to keep everything I got in those pockets, where I could keep an eye and hand on what was mine.

He asked me if I was going to open the gift before putting it away.

I looked in the box. I didn’t know this gift. I asked what it was.

He told me it was more.

More what?

He laughed and said, it will always be more than you could need or want.

That confused me. I didn’t understand more. I had never felt what more was like.

I didn’t know what to do with more. Maybe I should craft deeper pockets.

He said more doesn’t fit in a pocket.

I had no other place to put more.

He suggested I put it in my heart.

What if it falls out and I lose it?

Oh, it will fall out, He exclaimed. That’s what more does.

I didn’t like where this was headed.

Won’t I need more though?

Oh, yes, of course you will need more. You will always need more.

Then how do I keep it?

You keep it by letting it go and perhaps even one day choosing to give it away.

But, but, uh…. I am so needy. What will I do after I give more away?

He said no matter how much more I need, I shall always have it.

He said, Beloved, I am the maker of more. You don’t need pockets for scraps anymore. I will give you more, as you make room for more, by giving more away.

My pockets are starting to fray. I don’t keep much in them anymore. I used to feel safe when I put my hands down in them and felt the few things I had.

I may not need them at all soon.

I’m full most of the time. No matter how much more I give away, I end with more than I started with.

He was right. He is the maker of more. He is the giver of more.