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Proper 12
Poems
A GOSPEL TREASURY
Poems Based on Lectionary Gospels
Mother, you could never guess.
It’s a miracle, no less.
Five small loaves and two small fish
served a multitude to nourish.
When you let me go today
up into the hills to play,
there I heard a rabbi teach.
Thousands came to hear him preach.
But, when noontime came along,
everything was going wrong.
Not a soul in all that bunch
seemed to think to bring a lunch.
When I offered them my sack,
one man said he’d take me back
to the man who’d spoken there
It’s a miracle, no less.
Five small loaves and two small fish
served a multitude to nourish.
When you let me go today
up into the hills to play,
there I heard a rabbi teach.
Thousands came to hear him preach.
But, when noontime came along,
everything was going wrong.
Not a soul in all that bunch
seemed to think to bring a lunch.
When I offered them my sack,
one man said he’d take me back
to the man who’d spoken there

