Impossible—so the disciples thought—
To feed the hungry thousands waiting there!
Five loaves and two small fishes were as naught,
Even among themselves, much less to share
With all the others. Only Jesus knew
They were enough for everyone, and more.
As he gave thanks the sense of substance grew
Till mortal mind perceived the boundless store.
The bits of truth I know and understand,
Are they enough for my own urgency?
My loaves and fishes, can they so expand
To nourish famished ones entreating me?
When gratitude has sanctified the seed,
Faith amplifies the truth to fit the need.
