I only have
two little fish and
the five barley loaves
my mother packed
for my father and me
for our long
walk home.
I’ve been hungry before
and fear losing my little dinner,
but your eyes so fill my heart,
that, smiling, I give you all I have.
Oh, you must be the One!
for from my meager dole
you feed five thousand souls.
Never again
will I be hungry!
(5/28/2011)
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