If you'd been making it up
you'd have made it up splendid—
long tables coming down from heaven
with fruit and crystal goblets
and food—lots of it, exotic
(not the usual bread and fish)
But that's not how it was, actually,
it didn't start from nothing
nor stone turned to bread.
The lad offered loaves and fishes
—his own supper and his family's.
This generosity was the first step. He
was willing to go hungry so that
this wonderful teacher could be fed.
But nobody went hungry
Love provided an abundance—
food for all, seconds where needed,
and fragments gathered up
afterward.
This was no mythical mystical feast.
It was glorious
unexpected
never to be forgotten.
Why! We even remember it now.
How God supplied the need
then—and always
from His
inexhaustible source!
