Impossible is where the loaves and fishes
become faith’s first tentative steps,
Overwhelmed by expectations
Daunted by the hum of the crowd
Their hunger growing by the minute,
Expecting a word,
Hope, and its signs,
The Voice, present, here now
Walking up the mountain, to listen.
Eternity, speaking to us again,
The longing to follow
Speaking to my heart,
Until hunger reminds me where I am.
Quiet, stop, be here now
Listen to the demands of hunger
Its grinding
Deep inside
Telling me something is missing,
I want to be fed
Knowing that I will be hungry tomorrow.
Impossible is looking at loaves and fishes
Believing that they are not enough
Not nearly enough,
I resist sitting, I want action,
Struggling with waiting with not enough
Faith is blessed, five loaves, two fish,
That is enough,
More than enough, it’s abundance,
A sign, given again,
Where is faith now?
Not with the sign,
No, he is alone, listening,
Inviting me to leave the crowd too,
To listen, to see the impossible,
To feel the hunger, but be thankful,
Nothing is wasted.