Daily Bread

Thankful for the bounty of

The copious cornucopia

Of succulent soothing sustenance 

To sate vital voraciousness.

 

Thankful, for I know it is not

Readily available to all in want,

The pale, the gaunt, whose trials haunt

The bane of their existence.

 

Thankful to be where I am,

To have my slice of daily bread

That I may function without dread

Of hunger’s haunting o’er my head.

 

Thankful for the humble pie of

Sweet compassion so that I can

Offer hope to those denied

The bounty that the world supplies.

 

Thankful for the watershed

That feeds us in the days ahead

So we may weather without dread,

Nourished by our daily bread.