Like one of those Twelve,
I, too, stand at the edge of a multitude.
In my hands
are barely half a loaf of bread and a fragment of fish
given me to share with those out there,
waiting, patient and expectant, to be fed.
And I hear Christ say,
Go.
Go to this multitude.
Go into all the world.
Be not afraid.
I am filling your hands with food for hungry hearts.
And as you give, these bits will grow into a whole—
a world fed, heaven gained.
And so,
doubt quenched, fear quelled,
I walk into the multitude
with open hands.
