He feeds you with finest wheat
And swiftly runs His command.
I walk half blinded towards His seat.
I cannot always obey His command.

But as water gently feeds a plant
And plants unwittingly feed an animal,
So His love steals into my soul like a half heard chant.
No one step is ever radical.

I may take the communion wafer for the thousandth time.
Is it mere bread or a holy manna?
A riddle in a hidden rhyme.
A communion truth lost in a spiritual savannah.

Reaching into an unfathomable distance.
Of life redeemed and given the most profound substance.