Bread from Heaven
The Desert of Sin We wondered what it was when it appeared. Every morning we ate to fullness and blessed God; we took, and ate, and remembered how far from hearth and home we were, how deep we walked in the wilderness. When some, in their wisdom (in fear), thought this bread should not be like fleshpots left behind and recalled in our memory, they gathered it in baskets and stripped it from babes and children. It was torn, and broken, and cursed for its fragility. Unshared, it withered and turned to dust. The Sea of Tiberias We wondered what He was when He appeared treading upon the crests of the sea. A ghost perhaps? A disembodied spirit? But when He called out to us, “Do not fear!” we remembered that one day earlier, it was He who took food offered by a boy and gave thanks. He broke it and blessed it, and then filled us with bread and awe.
—Robert Drapeau
Robert Drapeau is a husband and father of five. He lives in Phoenix, Arizona and works as a business writer for IBM. He also teaches Theology, Latin, Grammar, and Writing at his kids’ school. He is a co-founder of a Catholic writer’s group in Phoenix called The Kindlings (thekindlings.blogspot.com).
