what is it?


manna, we cry
as it falls from the sky,
literally, what is it?
this flurried food fluff
not too much, just
enough. exactly,
precisely what’s needed
to nourish this day.

why? we be
-moan when things tumble
and groan, raise full hands
and curse all this open blue
fray, and forget to remember
the real question: Who
has the power
to help us through.


Written for Poetic Asides, Day 15.


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1 Response to what is it?

  1. Susan Chast says:

    Like. Very Much. Thanks.

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