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.

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