MANNA'S MAJESTY

We chase the horizon of enough
and all the mirages of greed,
just to fill a void
because we only trust
the little gods of our ego
rather than to eternal hands.

All around the divine leaves
each vivid repository of manna's presence.
Earth and creatures
exist in God's cradle of love
that he graces
silently
by his constantly turning
each cycle of sustenance.

How we can learn
from a simple gaze
at the way through nature
he has feed so many.

For the beasts who never
punch a time clock
are not forgotten by his compassion.

They reach towards his banquet table
never asking why or where
it will be served.

Can our inner voice ever listen
and also embrace
where his kitchen resides
to give thanks for each entry
prepared just for us?