by Ariana D. Den Bleyker
People are hungry & one good word is bread for a thousand against the 5,000 swallowing remnants of a miracle into hungry bellies called out into hope, for silence cannot nourish the body because we are hungry & thirsty & come to the table to leaven our lives, to discover, to trust when it doesn’t make sense. Lord, I believe, help my unbelief. Let’s put all our chips into the middle of the table, expose the lack in our hands. The world is hungry; feed a sea of people with small loaves & fish— whatever is in your hand. Your tent is light enough to spring up around you yet heavy enough to darken the stars & this world is a gift, these bodies the same, but life incomplete— They must be hungry. Emmanuel, God with us, you hunger too— feed us Your very self—& we’ll take what we need & pass it on, the miracle in the sharing, manna from Heaven, provision for the hungry receiving Eucharist directly from the hands of Christ, a boy’s small lunch broken & shared as the bounty of Heaven moved not only by beauty of holiness but also by the holiness of beauty.
Ariana D. Den Bleyker is a Pittsburgh native currently residing in New York’s Hudson Valley where she is a wife and mother of two. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family and every once in a while sleeps. She is the author of three collections and twenty chapbooks, among others. She is the founder and publisher of ELJ Editions, Ltd., a 501(c)3 literary nonprofit. She hopes you’ll fall in love with her words.