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Broken Bread – a poem by Ruth Bell Graham

bread-and-wine“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 (1977, 2006, BGEA)

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