The Widow and I

By Marilyn MacArthur - Concord, New Hampshire, USA - 15 September 2013



Bread of Life created from flour and oil;

wheat crushed by man, beaten from that which is of God,

oil, sacred anointing balm to sanctify and heal.


At Your request, Your desire, Your will

I make this bread for You; I mix, knead, fire.

My jar is all but empty. I give my last to You.


The silt from the dirt floor dusts my feat;

my cracked, weary hands massage this dough.

I offer You, O Bread of Life, my own bread and body.