“I am the bread of life.
Whoever comes to me will never be hungry,
and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.“
Not the secret of life but the bread.
Not the belief, but the loaf,
gathered from sun-drawn wheat,
ground in the suffering mill,
baked and given by real hands,
nourishing, now, in its willingness
to be taken, broken, eaten.
See its grainy skin, feel its heft,
smell its warmth.
This is not bread you think about.
This is bread you take into yourself,
that feeds your soul.
Let him be that real.
August 3, 2021