Like all of us, it begins in dark earth.
A speck grain in dirt awaiting water.
Much waiting, much later, it reaches air,
And three elements are knitted again --
Grain, water, bubbling breath, awaiting fire.
Deemed the humblest of meals, of little worth
Except to inmates as workhouse fodder,
Yet daily we whisper for it in prayer,
The food of angels, descended to men,
The body of God, our hungry desire.
copyright by M.K. Christiansen
Bayboro, NC
Nov. 21, 2018
A speck grain in dirt awaiting water.
Much waiting, much later, it reaches air,
And three elements are knitted again --
Grain, water, bubbling breath, awaiting fire.
Deemed the humblest of meals, of little worth
Except to inmates as workhouse fodder,
Yet daily we whisper for it in prayer,
The food of angels, descended to men,
The body of God, our hungry desire.
copyright by M.K. Christiansen
Bayboro, NC
Nov. 21, 2018
3 comments:
That is beautiful!!!
Another great poem!
Too wonderful - and at Thanksgiving! Thank you, Mary Kathryn. <3
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