Hungry, starving for the Living word of God,
His healing breath upon their broken lives,
the multitudes sought him out
hundreds to thousands came from all around,
folded up their robes, camped at His feet.
Crowded shoulder to shoulder on the hillside’s stony ground
famished souls nibbled on His every utterance
through each sun-drenched, dusty day
slept restless, digesting the precious morsels
through each star-blanketed night
ear’s pressed to the earth’s heartbeat
listening for the echoes of heaven
and would not budge.
Their empty existence cried to be filled
with his rich syllables of love:
The manna of a forgiving Father God.
More than baskets of bits of fish and bread
he fed them himself,
divine sustenance, fuel for the faint-hearted
provision for the roadways of eternal life.
Matthew 15:32 Jesus called to his disciples, “My heart goes out to these people; they have been with me for three days and have nothing to eat. I do not want to send them away hungry. They might faint on the way.”
c.Darlene Moore Berg