Bread and Liberation

In the heart of the golden field, under sun's decree,

Waves the wheat, nature’s yield, waiting to be free.

Every grain, every seed, hides a tale within,

Of growth, of life, of a need, and a force akin.

 

From the plow's sturdy pull to the baker's hand,

Each loaf, full and whole, speaks of the land.

But beyond its crust, soft or tough, and warm embrace,

Lies a metaphor, a thrust, about our own life's pace.

 

Bound like dough, held tight, in society's mold,

We often forget our own light, our story yet untold.

Yet, like bread that rises, with warmth and time,

We too have surprises; peaks we're destined to climb.

 

Bread breaks, yet sustains, feeds body and soul,

Our spirit, once unchained, seeks a similar goal.

To nourish, to share, to be part of the feast,

Yet to breathe free air, and be fully released.

Feeding the Five Thousand

 To break the bonds, of what holds us tight,

To respond, to the songs of the heart, pure and bright.

For as bread is life, simple yet profound,

We must cut through strife, let our essence unbound.

 

So, when next you hold a loaf, fresh and true,

Think of the tales it holds, the journey of you.

With each slice, each morsel you share,

Remember the price of freedom, and the courage to dare.