The Other Side of the Altar

He lunges from my lap
A foot grabbing for purchase
A reaching hand

um, um, um
He wants the bread
Now

He has already tasted it
A crumb on his baptism
Now a fistful presented.

Wait, wait.  I temper
He stands in line, wait.
He longs to rush ahead.

God's bread
For you.
He clutches his prize.

Not understanding
That it is freely given
And, just enough is given.

But not more.
And, he is hungry
Bordering on lunch.

And God's bread,
Has merely whet his appetite.

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