My picture - Cap Gris Nez - Northern France
This Bread
In tasting this bread may we give grace.
Every single grain spike
exhales its consciousness
over the whole grain field,
where it lingers to be read
by the swift touch of the wind
and by attentive eyes.
If we halt for just a moment
at the edge of this golden glory
we will be able to inhale the essence
of a millennia-long story.
This soil is drenched in whispers
gathered upon the rivers of time.
This site has known the sighs
of soldiers, peasants and lovers,
it has heard children’s laughter,
it has been soaked with tears,
it has known all of life’s seasons
its sacred songs and deep sorrows.
Now the field has found its apotheosis,
in this blessed abundance of harvest.
Displayed in beauty it greets the sun,
it waves in grace to the stars above.
Soon it will know transformation
and delight us with its unique fragrance.
Let us remember then that love,
forgiveness and new awareness
can purify the battlefields of the world,
consecrating them as tools of peace,
assuring nourishment to the hungry multitudes
who still lack their share of Nature’s gifts.
In tasting this bread may we give grace.
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Just what I want for breakfast, with lots of butter!! yum!!
