All I have is just a little bit of bread;
all I bring you is a couple bites of fish.
This is nothing to the need that must be fed,
but take it, and do with it what you wish.
When you take what I have given, I will sing.
When you break what I have worked for, I will pray.
I will not hold back—I'll bring you everything.
All I have, O God, is only what you gave.
When the little that is mine becomes your own,
like this little bread and wine that you have blessed,
all the miracles in every seed we've sown
they blossom, Lord, and we become your guests.
If you will it, bless the fish and bless the loaves.
Take the crumbled pieces; scatter them like seeds
so to feed our souls and feed our bodies both,
and bless the harvest even from the weeds.
Loaves and fish, painting from the Catacomb of Callixtus. Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=566678
Kate Bluett 