Feeding 5000 001


 My soul yearns for that God’s touch

Who soiled His soles on the Jericho Road.

My eyes strain to see

That striking figure by the sea

Of Galilee, head and hands


Stark against the sky,

Sandals planted firmly on the sand,

Investing all the powers of the Cosmos

In the breaking of the loaves and little fish –

Too little, as it seemed, among so many.


Poet's Corner 001


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