From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
Breaking Bread
Am I engaged in eating
when another I might feed?
Must both the giver
and receiver dine together?
And if I
not hungry
simply want to share
is table fellowship required?
But if no food have I
not even for myself
might my meal partner
have some to share with me?
Or if we two
have no fresh bread
to break and eat together
might there be
a different kind of meal?
A breaking open of ourselves
revealing sustenance?
A spirit sharing one with one?
And wafting through the meal
aroma of the Father’s favorite food?
From Celia’s Images in a Reflecting Pool: a Journal:
“Lead, kindly Light . . .
Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.”
–Arthur Hays Sulzberger
Simply put one foot in front of the other and walk. This is the secret of getting over an enervating malaise, if it is only mildly debilitating. Truly pathological depression is going to require something more: usually biochemicals as well as a good listening ear. (And God has the best Listening Ear of all.)
‘Breaking open of ourselves’ – How we need this sometimes! Sometimes more than the ‘fresh bread’. Lovely…