Feasting

Bread and fish
made the shopping list–
easily secured
at the corner grocery store,
exchanged for coins
in my pocketbook.
But what of the bread and fish
the Saviour has~~
a small amount,
yet multiplied miracles
at his hand,
sending the food away
to the multitudes?
No coins exchanged,
no energy consumed
in the getting,
no requirements to meet
other than,
“We are hungry, Lord.”

Keep me hungry, Lord,
for real food.
~~~~~~
photo by the author, luau, summer 2012
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