‘It would not be right for us
To neglect the word of God
So as to give out food’
Both are needed
Vital for our good
The wheat fields of Ukraine
Bread baskets of the world
Bring flour to my table
This very day
I love my daily bread
Two kinds I make
My mother’s soda
And machine made ready bake
The miller gives me flour
My mother showed me how
And daily bread sustains
My waking hour
And another bread is needed
If I am to live
I am the living bread
The word of God
So many vie to speak with us
To tell us how it is
The gently spoken gospel
True nourishment it is
Brian Fahy
30 April 2022
Erris Poetry 