We never asked the bread

if it wanted to be broken.

No one asked the bread
if it wanted to be Blessed
torn up
and handed out
a little bit at a time

No one asked the bread if it had other plans,
other dreams,
maybe a party next Tuesday.

But I think
that just maybe, if we had
asked the bread
-do you want to be broken
open to feed a world, starving
to know that it
is beloved?

I think that
if we had asked
-are you willing to be blessed
only to be ripped in half
and given out one piece at a time until
nothing is left
but the echo of prayer?

Today, I think the bread would say
yes.

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