A Poem: Bread

We are the bread of life.
Dropped crumbs for the hungry.

A warm yeast rising
to fill our place.

A swelling grace
that yields itself for other’s nourishing.

We are bread that does not run out
but refills our plates.

And multiples that none
lack sustenance.

We are bread.

We are the water of life.
Welling rivers for the thirsty.

A warm weight flowing,
giving at its edges,

expanding to fill the empty fissures,
and wet the dry earth.

We are the water that ever springs,
liquid dressing to soothe wounds

and absorb the world’s pain
in a rising flood.

We are water.
We are bread.

Givers of life.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
August 2018

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