Bread.

I came upon a small piece of crusty bread

In a sparrow’s beak the joy it brought not amiss

Nor the reading at tables gathered mornings read

The greater truth has had a lasting fold and wish

From one in person the other in faith brought us God

The light beyond coming from top of the hill darkened

What provoked the spear in hand mind to bleed the cross

Began in the distant hall to darkened armaments harkened

Into well marked golden chinks in the armors stillness rested

The shadow’s soul gave way upon the breech indifferent faith  

Bread salt sit aside the tables crest armor seen untested invested

But none returned to claim the rewards wisdoms age fallen wait 

The ages of musical sounds pleasing our minds and choices beliefs

That said of its ages closing it survived a war pinky beliefs pandemics 

Even a lone futile hand out hunger became nothing to a unhappy relief

Under a different name called into this new order the engine to academics

Or new order you became the engine that began the early times by design 

Fortitude remnants of time now reach new levels one remembers the course

True road into hell the other safety in numbers you continue churchly lines

A feast of bread given weak and strong in a outreach of a moment not loss 

That may reach upon the nuances to life.

(C)

Daniel A McMahon