Bread On The Table Poem by Justin Reamer

Bread on the Table,
Is the only food I have,
'Tis a loaf, I know,
But it's not from the lab.

When I look at this bread,
I see Christ,
Who suffered for our sins;
I see Him in heaven,
So pleasantly,
And I see those grins.

When I eat this bread,
I see Christ in my front yard,
He smiles at me,
And beckons me,
For He has no card.

I linger for a moment,
Only to see Him smile,
I walk out to Him,
And smile back,
Knowing He is worth the while.

We converse ever so pleasantly,
Meditating through His teachings,
I ask Him multiple questions,
Searching and beseeching.

He laughs pleasantly,
And says I have a lot to learn,
And I laugh with Him,
And I know what I have to earn.

I tell Him I believe in Him,
And I know He will always guide me,
He says He is the Light of the World,
And He will always be the Olive Tree.

The Olive Tree is the symbol of life,
This is what He tells me,
He is the Light and the Way,
So it is clear for me to see.

He embraces me,
And holds me in His arms,
For He is my Saviour,
I know that He is there for me,
And that I owe Him a great favour.

He says that I'm not in His debt,
For He already paid it,
He says I should know my faith,
For it will never split.

I thank Him greatly for coming here,
And I say farewell,
He says good-bye and adieu to you,
And I know I rang a bell.

On the days following,
I see Him in my life,
I pray to Him no matter what,
Even in endless strife.

I thank Him for this loaf of bread,
That provides me with nutrition,
For this is His body,
That gives me my contrition.

I am imperfect,
But I depend on Him,
No matter what shall happen,
I know that I have a lot to learn,
When it comes to lessons.

I go to bed that night,
Thanking Him for coming,
I know that He will be there once again,
In the next bird's musical humming.