Psonnets of Friendship
I Had No Loaves for Thee

When gatherings of firstfruits wait for me
with milk and honey with the honeycomb,
why do I seek the Living Bread like crumbs?
The gleanings of the harvesters could be
enough for every hungry soul I see,
yet whenever a hungry seeker comes,
I send him to another person's home.
Forgive me, friend. I had no loaves for thee.
I set my hand again to till the field
and sow the Word into the furrows tilled
till thirty, sixty, hundredfold shall yield
three loaves for thousands till they all are filled
and thou hast come into a garden healed
to eat with me of all which God has willed.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

Table of Contents / Meet the Author / New Poems / Links