Bread of God, Or Gone From You

by David Caplan

Take these hands and fill them with bread

because I am hungry O Lord for Thy Feast of Purpose.

I am starved,

ravaged of the flesh of it.

I need it like a hot gun in the hands of an insane killer.

I need it, to feed it, to suckle from it,

And to suckle it myself at the same time.

Please, even just a crumb.

You have been gone from me for so long.

Or is it I have been gone from You?

©2000DavidCaplan