“I am searching for one who will give me bread” An answer is heard “Do not trouble me, the door is now shut and my children are with me in bed”* “It is too late, the bread in the oven not yet baked” ❄
The day has been long with joy and laughter and too much to drink then turning his face
one more time the careless neighbor falls back asleep
Once again with a persistent knock the angel says “Please give me bread that I may eat”
And because of the persistence, he rises gathering a few crumbs
stumbling to the door promising a loaf with the rising of the sun
I wonder do we do the same, neglecting the rappings on our
heart strings? Until the angel becomes fainter and
almost unheard! But always returning with hope we will hear 🕯 🕯
My poem is inspired by
A parable in the ancient
book of Luke
‘A Persistent [neighber]”
So true… Great poem!!!