The signal of Moses’ ordination
erupted as bread, from the sky—
and water, from the rock—amid the
trackless and barren waste where
no tillage is found, no rivulet is formed.
Bread and Breast of Heaven,
feed me ’til I want no more.
Nourishment appears where none is
warranted, save by those who dare the
departure from Pharaoh’s granary.
Save by those who abandon Moab’s
drought and hopeless prospect to return,
like Naomi—accompanied in trust by
another without claim on the Promise—
to the place where God feeds.
Bread and Breast of Heaven,
feed me ’til I want no more.
Here God anoints with courage and
delight those with eyes to see, ears to
hear, and feet fit for the journey along
the blazed trail marked for those
without claim.
Bread and Breast of Heaven,
feed me ’til I want no more.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. May 2008, on the 20th anniversary of a friend’s ordination. Inspired by Exod 17:6 and the story of Naomi and Ruth in the book of Ruth.