“He took . . .

and blessed

and broke . . .”

the Scriptures say,

the bread

with which those hungry folk

were fed

that day.

 

And by this simple act

– so oddly His –

two, bewildered

by their loss

(whose Life had died

upon a cross,

pierced by nail and sword);

those two eyes opened,

saw in this

their Risen Lord.

 

Lord,

when I dread

to be

broken bread

and poured out wine

for You,

to satisfy man’s hunger,

quench man’s thirst,

remind me

how You blessed it

first.

 

from “Sitting by My Laughing Fire” by Ruth Bell Graham