A friend, arts4peace wrote about this raven and what he was going to bring her.  It in turn, inspired this little poem.  What do you think?  Do you receive things in a variety of manners?

Elijah was fed by a raven and he,

In the midst of great trials

Was able to see

That even when down

The Lord will provide

These angelic beings

With food, and we thrive.

So yes, my dear friend

I think I will stop

And see what he's bringing

From his mountain top

If it's a whispering,

A word of great cheer

Or morsels of bread

I know it is clear

That I shall accept

Whatever it is

He knows what to send...

He is mine: I am his.