Food For Thought

In Church we pray for daily bread

To keep our hungry bodies fed,

We also need those moments rare

Those we with our Creator share,

To feel in wonder and in awe

Those moments when our spirits soar

With tear-filled eyes, on music’s wings

Rise, when a solo choirboy sings

The birth cry of our first-born child,

That has our being so beguiled

We see within his face the key

Assurance of immortality,

In silence on a mountain peak

Reach out to touch the God we seek

To stand alone, in a desert night

The blue dome of heaven, star bright

To hear and believe, beyond all reason

That still small voice that breathed o’er Eden.

As through life by our gods we’re led

Thus are our earthbound spirits fed?

  © Arthur F Mylam