The Bread of Life – 29th April 2022
Twas Freya’s Day, Summery Autumnal day,
Autumn so mild Cone Man could not recall.
Good sunshine could not be thrown away,
Cone Man and his tribe had a ball.
Racing to the beach, they ate,
Drank and basked in the sun.
Children built a sandcastle great,
Tide sweeping it away when done.
Feijoas from his tree, fell late,
Feijoas harvested were juicy and sweet.
Pruning, fertilizer, watering, were great,
Improving yield and providing a treat.
Cone Man consumed Feijoas,
Gave away Feijoas,
Made jam out of Feijoas,
Bought quart jars to preserve Feijoas.
Struggling, like Joseph in Egypt,
To store this bountiful harvest.
Joseph struggled with surplus wheat,
Knowing that after seven years of abundance,
Famine would come, Egypt would feel the heat,[1]
All the world would to Egypt would advance.
Jacob had long believed Joseph was dead,
Facing starvation, to Egypt he sent his sons.[2]
Ten brothers set out in search of bread,
Benjamin remained – second of Rachel’s sons.[3]
Twas a wondrous tale:
Brothers searched for wheat to make bread,
And found a brother returned from the dead.
A man by his brothers rejected,
Became the man Egypt respected.
Men sought wheat, for bread, for life,
One day another rejected man would bring
The Bread of Life.
© Craig Turney
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