Bread from the Good Things

Bread from the good things we've known that nobody tallies.

Joe Wise - Here is My Life


Gifts given with the dawn,

a breath of a new day.

Mercy to heal the scars of yesterday.

To rise weary,

or refreshed.

To smell the aroma of coffee,

or cradle a mug of hot tea between cold hands.

To hear a child's footsteps

while the morning is still young.

To hear the tale of a dream

you dreamt once.


Bread offered,

filling each meal,

if only to satisfy the body's hunger.

Words read,

spoken by creator

and given to all

that we might know

of an emotion called love.


Love that moves beyond life.

The all  encompassing embrace

of those gifted to us.

Those taken for granted

when we give thanks.

Those we have expected from life

when we laid down plans.

Those which we cherish

because God has bestowed them

upon us.


Gifts given with the night,

to kneel,

or to sit,

to clear thoughts of the day,

thoughts of ourselves.

To offer prayer,

maybe wordless,

and to listen to the wisdom of silence

as He gently guides us

into tomorrow.



copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr

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