I would have fed you loaves of bread enough to feed armies
armies of peace loving worshipping appreciating people
I would have knead dough lovingly with salt of my tears;
as blessing baked fresh loaves in large hot communal ovens
so we could gather honour; peace love prosperity blessings;
I would have warm crisp with rich yellow butter served loaves;
to melt in your mouths warm your hearts kiss loving eyes;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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