Bread

I am the Bread of Life. Yeah. Right. Huh?

Jesus meant a lot of things

When he talked about Bread.

No wonder his disciples

Were confused.

Still

He didn’t say

Fools

It’s a metaphor.

He just kept talking,

Tried something different

Perhaps if he talked

Perhaps if they listened

Long enough

They would get it.

I’m not sure they ever

Really did.

Still

They trailed behind him

Walked next to him

Perhaps soon

It would be clear.

Biggest difficulty

I had a series of dreams last night.  Interspersed were periods of wakefulness during which I worried about how I would drink my coffee this morning.  Yes, really.  I awakened to find the Sunday story from inwardoutward.org.  A reflection on the broken pieces.  Somehow just what I needed to hear.

The biggest difficulty

This morning

Is a lack of milk or cream

For my coffee.

So I eat yogurt

In tandem

With sips of coffee.

Now I will go to church

To hear about                    

The feeding of the five thousand,

The twelve baskets

Of broken pieces

Left over.