9th Sunday after
Pentecost
John 6:1-21
It seems like so little to go
around
With the people of this world
Starving
Mothers holding children in
their arms
Gifts of life from God
Only to be taken from them
By priorities
Not their own
Priorities
That must be set by someone
I scream
As I watch the swollen
bellies of starvation
Eat away at yet another
Someone else’s child
There must be someone
Who is doing this to these
children of God
These sisters and brothers of
mine
in the family of God
these to whom I claim my
oneness
through Christ
as I take the bread and wine
but “who” is the cry that
keeps the bowls empty
and the water filled
with yet another messenger of
death
(so they gathered up)
“Who” is a finger pointed out
there
aimed at some
unnamed
and unchangeable
villain
out there
as the children continue to
die
(twelve baskets)
I turn off the TV
Turn down the thermostat
And turned off the lights
To get a good nights sleep in
the comfort
And security
Of this home I have made for
myself
And hope I do not have to
hear
The pleas
For the children
On the car radio as I drive
To work
Tomorrow
(with fragments)
I can’t stand to hear
Of the pain
Until
That one is found
(from the five loaves)
who is responsible
and that one
out there
is made to correct this
injustice
(left by those)
that is bringing starvation
to those
(who had eaten)
sisters and brothers of mine