POEM OF BREAD

Bread,
the most simple language
the most fraternal food

Whether it is called bread,
rice, manna or millet,
it is everywhere in all ages

Bread,
which fundamentally unites men
and for which they wage war

Bread,
what is most familiar to me
and what is most necessary for me

To give a morsel of bread
to one whom I want to love
is already to give myself

To receive my daily bread
from heaven
is to lift up my gaze beyond myself

Bread made of a thousand grains of wheat:
one single grain that falls into the earth
yields one-hundredfold

Bread,
the universal symbol
of that which can be shared

Bread,
silent word
of a gesture of friendship

Bread:
a morsel of which
betrayed the Beloved

Bread,
to which God Himself
wanted to be identified

Bread,
by which God saved humanity
when He took it into his hands

Bread,
from thousands of crushed grains,
made and kneaded by our wounds

Bread:
in which we all recognize ourselves
in our broken bodies

Bread,
without which
we could not survive.

All of us,
we are hungry for bread,
but also for more than just bread

The world
runs wild
earning its bread

Men
will do just about anything
for a crust of bread

In certain camps,
a single crumb of bread
is worth its weight in gold

Sometimes thrown into garbage cans,
it scandalizes the enormous eyes
of starving children

Bread,
which is useless to hoard in the attic,
for tomorrow it will go stale or another will take it

Bread,
which God made rain down from heaven,
but which could not be preserved from one day to the next

Bread,
braided by the hands of so many women
throughout the centuries

Bread,
which in the world,
shaped humanity like an invisible chain



A Monastic Sister