Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. But I said to you that you have seen me and yet do not believe. Everything that the Father gives me will come to me, and anyone who comes to me I will never drive away; for I have come down from heaven, not to do my own will, but the will of him who sent me. And this is the will of him who sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that he has given me, but raise it up on the last day. This is indeed the will of my Father, that all who see the Son and believe in him may have eternal life; and I will raise them up on the last day.”
Then the Jews began to complain about him because he said, “I am the bread that came down from heaven.” They were saying, “Is not this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? How can he now say, ‘I have come down
from heaven’?”
Jesus said, “I am the bread of life. Your ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that one may eat of it and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats of this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.” John 6:35-42, 48-51
Dear Auntie,
today I wrote a little song, and it is so unpolished and unrefined. But it is my heart on paper, something to hold on to when the world changes, as I expect it will and this child grows beyond me, which I know he must.
love,
Mary
Mary's Song
Oh undeserved and blessed am I
who said yes without a clue
who now in quiet moments ponder
what God has done for me.
This small and needy child mine
will be for all the world a word
eternal food and hope in distress
life when darkness has overwhelmed.
No tyrant he but a poet and leader
standing in the midst of the people
loving from within the darkest places
staying here in this imposed isolation.
I am mother but I know not how to be
essential and yet still a vessel only
he will fly when I will stay rooted
he will be more than a mother's imagining.
For today and today alone we are here
wrapped in a blanket of love and hope
warmth from within radiating out
the world will know love from this middle place.
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