(Cont.d)let us prepare ourselves for the feast.
Good bye joy. How happy I would be
if there were peace and justice.
Peace and bread who are sufficient,
who make our days grow long
when the day comes to an end and you find
the tablecloth gleaming white upon the table
with the children young and grown
with smiles showing through their teeth,
the harvest brought heavy sheaves
filled up with grain and you’re glad,
even gladder the next day
for the peace of the bread.
Bread for the holy gain,
bread that kneeds us,
bread that was Jesus Christ,
who was born in the hay,
beaten and flayed;
bread that cost so much,
earned with the sweating of blood,
the sweat of death and was reborn,
glorious bread of love,