Wednesday evening:
I sit half-listening.
Doubt sidles in today,
whispering, "That heal? That
meet the world's great need?"
And suddenly, it seemed,
hands that had been so full
held such a meager offering.
I have come hopeful
to replenish hope, and now
the struggle is with sleep....
... Then from pastor, words
that cut clean through
the wadding of dulled thought:
"There is a lad..., which hath
five barley loaves,
and two small fishes: but
what are they among so many?"
Those loaves, those fishes
fed the multitude.
Our "loaves and fishes"—
what we express of Christ—
can feed the world! This
is the offering we bring,
each to the other giving.
Here: this
is not only bread
but treasure,
not to be concealed, consumed
in secret, gloated over till
it crumbles, dust and dross;
but look!—it multiplies!
