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.