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
if I had some lunch to share.
Rabbi made them all sit down
right out there upon the ground,
Blest and fed the multitude
with my little bag of food.
Afterwards he had them fill
many baskets on that hill
with the leftovers they had.
I was one astonished lad.
Mother, only God could do
something like I’m telling you.
Now, one thing sure puzzles me.
Who can that man Jesus be?
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
if I had some lunch to share.
Rabbi made them all sit down
right out there upon the ground,
Blest and fed the multitude
with my little bag of food.
Afterwards he had them fill
many baskets on that hill
with the leftovers they had.
I was one astonished lad.
Mother, only God could do
something like I’m telling you.
Now, one thing sure puzzles me.
Who can that man Jesus be?
