Full Meal Deal


Butter on living toast,

you breakfast my morning

with breathless beauty,

food for thought and heart


to sate endless appetite

(heart hunger rarely needs

to loosen its belt); soul

growls, empty, and you,


in so temporary a skin,

exercise your right

to round my malnourished belly

with your dying gift.


Daylily blossoms only last for one day, as their name implies – yet how much their short-lived petals bless our world! What can YOU do today to feed someone’s spirit?

In the Shadow of the Manna

Your seeds were sown for others,

but I will take your crumbs –

vacuous, hollow,

I seek something, anything, to fill this cavernous pit.

One smile is feast, one glance food for thought

for filling full the months of famine.

Cursed I am, to desire your mite,

atomic particles of comfort worn thin,

scraps of bone and sinew to gnaw

against this insatiable hunger.

Dare I for true Bread,

whose fortunes fed on fickle?

Malnutrition mocks;

distended belly blunders on

in the shadow of the Manna…


How often I have gorged myself on what will never satisfy, when the Bread of Heaven is readily available!