Nothing May Be Lost
There seems so little to share
and the need so vast and great
a field of hungry far from home
a child offers us all hope.
The leadership could see the lack
no bread to stretch for so many
the broken people healed but weak
hoping for a meal for the journey.
We are not left starving in the field
the Creator of the shimmering grass
comes dancing into the sad circle
and lifts the heads of every single one.
Abundance bursting from small offering
small seeds broken open with fruit
a crescendo of hope and possibility
a great feast for the poor and least.
Spread the blanket on this sacred earth
which aches to be reborn and abundant
touch the earth and reach the skies
the blessings come from the heart of God.