Bread of Life

THE
LOAF
OF
BREAD

Every work of God...
With it, something brings.
On humid, hot-days clouds,
Let go their rain-drop pings.

'Fore lady, lightening strikes,
She warns us with her thunders,
To shelter kith and kin
As lightening sometimes blunders.

And crusty, creeks bring rocks
And all the rocks bring slime,
Where little, boys explore
To slip on rocks they climb.

And under babies' arms,
New lives bring loaves of bread.
Holy Mother brings Our Lord,
Blood-sacrificed un-red,

To feed the soul which brings our flesh
To earth then hopefully Heaven,
The priest, the rock, the Church, the flock,
The sanctus sacrificium et seven.