In Q

In Queue
for bread & fish & autographs
A multitude, powerless to resist
the lure of nourishment
paused patiently waiting
for that small share of bread
hunger, like fear assuaged
that bit of fish
fed to affirm
the fleetness of faultless power
a name emblazoned
on an anxious heart
or a slip of paper
so treasure-like
yet insignificant
when the real need was to understand
not just be entertained
experiencing lavish blessing
or lavishly blessing
the meeters of our needs.

Judith A. Sears
©07/20/2018

Don’t know where this one came from. It seriously started out with me thinking of people standing in line waiting for autographs. Which I think is weird. I think the word queue is much sweeter and more precise than line. So then I wondered, where queuing started. You know how my mind works. I wondered who stood in the first line/queue and what were they waiting for so patiently. Given a time machine I would travel to the far shore of the Sea of Galilee, sit on the grass in queue, watching Jesus and waiting to be fed. I already have His autograph.