Bread

A poem on Maundy Thursday, 17th April 2025

Bread 

the essential of life:

Toast for breakfast,

Sandwich for lunch – 

and, if dainty, afternoon tea too.

A get-me-through the morning 

or quick late night snack- 

croissant and bagels, 

doughnut or pretzels.

A shape for every occasion.

Elaborate or mundane, 

Common place or prized,

Unknowingly irreplaceable.

Good bread is true bread

Stone ground and hand kneaded,

Proved and cosseted.

Freshly baked, a yeasty aroma.

Crunchy bite , soft crumb,

a mouth-filling taste.

White or brown –

always a whole meal.

The bread of life –

no life without it!

Blessed and shared – 

round a table, round an altar. 

Eaten with family, 

with friends and with strangers,

all now are ‘com pane ‘ – 

with-bread-companions.

Broken and shared, 

for those in need 

and those who are needy –

the coming together as those in communion.

The bread of life 

is life-long life. 

Risen and resurrected

Lived and loved 

and lived again.

This is the bread of eternity.