Thousands Fed

By Gerald Sumeracki

The sun was on its transit down
Upon those gathered there,
A human throng all being fed
With words that seemed so rare.

The followers of the man who spoke
Did ask their Lord at seat,
"What shall be done to feed them all
"They hunger now to eat."

"Let food be bought" He tested them
"So they can all be fed."
"We have not funds" they answered Him
"Would take far too much bread."

"But have we here some fish and loaves
"Enough for only one,
"But what is this for such a crowd
"Now weary from the sun."

He took the little that they had
And through the grace of God,
He fed the many that were there
Reclining on the sod.

They marveled at this deed well wrought
And would have made Him King,
But earthly gain was not His goal,
He fled as if on wing.

They sought Him out this man of deeds,
This healer now well known,
They'd seen His many works of good,
Few grew the seeds He'd sown.

"I'm God's true Son," He later said
To all who'd seen His deeds,
"The works I've done are proof of this
"I've brought you God's new creeds."

"Then show a sign," they all proclaimed
"Prove what you say is real,
"For sight to blind and walk to lame
"Be not enough we feel."

"Yes work a sign and then again
"To lead us all to pray--"
But words He spoke most would not hear,
Yes, to this very day.