Jerome
Posted: September 30th, 2010, 11:20 am
A homeless soul received a loaf of crusty bread
with skin akin to slate
and pocked where heat and gas and yeast had been
and light in weight
and blessed and broke and ate a half and gave a half
to other homeless folk
and all began to eat from tender fluff
the loaf had broke
as just a couple fingers pinched a thumb—
in uniformity—
to hollow out a cavern in the bread,
a cavity,
a cave— a little house like Christmas gingerbread—
a bed-and-breakfast inn
wherein the folks who craved its calories
were all tucked in
like Saint Jerome within his books his ink his faith—
a word of peace for them:
be welcomed home within your house of bread,
your Bethlehem.
with skin akin to slate
and pocked where heat and gas and yeast had been
and light in weight
and blessed and broke and ate a half and gave a half
to other homeless folk
and all began to eat from tender fluff
the loaf had broke
as just a couple fingers pinched a thumb—
in uniformity—
to hollow out a cavern in the bread,
a cavity,
a cave— a little house like Christmas gingerbread—
a bed-and-breakfast inn
wherein the folks who craved its calories
were all tucked in
like Saint Jerome within his books his ink his faith—
a word of peace for them:
be welcomed home within your house of bread,
your Bethlehem.