...trees in garden paradise….)
“You feed them” he had said before, to his
disciples when the “many” came to find
out if he smelled of Yahweh’s ways, & biz-
nus, though his message spoke what’s on God’s mind.
And then he’d turned those words into a truth,
by breaking down the process into bits
bite-sized, and then by feeding them in cooth, though fam’ly ways (when they just “got the shits”).
Cash seems the bottom line, but it is not.
When things come to a point, don't look for it.
In this case, look for food. And count the lot.
And bring it back to me. I’ll do this bit.
Since you have not, just yet, grown up enough
to mean it, when you’re tired, feel unfulfilled,
full of yourself (you don’t sustain, taste tough).
I’ll show it to the God, we’ll trust he willed
for us to not just die here, now, and thank
him for his own provisioning, as he
sees fit to make it work. He is our bank.
And river bank, to walk along as we
in cool of eve’ning, take time to rethink
on days we've seen, and what they’ll mean ahead,
Beside the waters stilled enough to drink.
He gives the bits to them to give. All fed!
And so they really do feed them themselves.
And still he takes the metaphore some more.
As God’s the Father who wants strength & health…
so we as nursing mother have our chore!
