1/ Stones into Bread
The Fountain thirsts, the Bread is hungry here,
The Light is dark, The Word without a voice.
When darkness speaks it seems so light and clear.
Now he must dare, with us, to make a choice.
In a distended belly’s cruel curve
He feels the famine of the ones who lose,
He starves for those whom we have forced to starve,
He chooses now for those who cannot choose.
He is the staff and sustenance of life,
He lives for all from one sustaining Word,
His love still breaks and pierces like a knife
The stony ground of hearts that never shared,
God gives through him what Satan never could;
The broken bread that is our only food.
From: Sounding the Seasons, Seventy Sonnets for the Christian Year by Malcom Guite
10 March 2019