Feed them

         The disciples came to him and said,
         “This is a deserted place, and the hour is now late;
         send the crowds away so that they may go into the villages
         and buy food for themselves.”
         Jesus said to them, “They need not go away;
         you give them something to eat.”

                  —Matthew 14.15-16


You want to send them away,
the moment's multitudes,
demands that throng,
the insurmountable.
You do—don't you sometimes?—
want to send them away.

You want to send away the crowds, the others
whom you can—can't you?—ignore.
But you are to feed them.
You are here for their sake.

Where does that voice come from
that says, “Hopeless,”
that says, “The vault of God is empty?”
It is not from the Beloved.

The universe branches out in you.
Unseen as the salt of the ocean, the heat of the day,
the power of God looms inside the air before you,
abides in your seemingly empty hands.
Open them.
You can channel the abundance of God.

You are a door.
You can trust, though you can hardly imagine,
what lies behind you.





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Weather Report

Profusion,
as your own narrows
give way to the broad sky of grace.


                                     ―August 2, 2017