Do not work for the food that perishes,
but for the food that endures to eternal life.
Beloved, what do you work for? What do you seek?
What do you put yourself out for,
expend effort, trade other things for?
Does it give you life? Does it last?
Does it lead you to deeper life, life in me?
Those little bits of power and control,
they're not all that filling, are they?
That safety and security, not having to think,
doesn't really taste all that good, does it?
The esteem, the little confining place of belonging—
it's junk food, isn't it?
Take and eat.
Better than earned or stolen,
than made or found,
the food that is given tastes best of all.
Feast on this, offered in love.
Open the mouth of your heart, child,
and nurse at the breast of this moment,
to the deep nourishment here in this air,
what feeds and fills and strengthens you.
Nurse from my breast,
take in my divine self for food,
let the Bread that is this life become you.
Drink deeply of me.
You are what you eat.
―July 31, 2018