Breaded Seas

Weight on the Lord,

The world’s ancient Bearer.

Oh! Cast your burden like bread

Upon the waters.

And wait for the weight to become

Just one of “all things.”

Your wait, in His hands,

Will not spoil without meaning—

But collect with the whole world

Like the oceans before you,

And like His Word—

To water the earth.

And then there will be seed.

Yes. And bread.

And when you are

Starved for patience,

Let the weight roll off

Into the breaded seas of eternity.

Your weight, in His hands,

Will fall from them

No sooner than the sparrows

They fashioned. And know:

No harm can befall them

Without His know.

Weigh your waiting

In those same sturdy palms—

It’s just a little pile of dust—

Then take the hands.

Give your weight:

Beloved daughter, son.



Photo Credit: Pixabay

Published by Stephaniesninthsuitcase

Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy. I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).

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