Loaves at midnight

After Luke 11:5-13

Midnight. A knock.

A voice, not insistent yet firm.

Food. Some basics.

Nothing fancy or involved.

Just bread, if you have it.

Just bread, for a friend,

a friend on a journey.

And a grumbled no.

Go away. It’s midnight.

I’m in bed. Don’t bother me.

Do you know what time it is.

The plea is heard.

Heeded finally.

Loaves handed over.

Still grumbling.

Ask.

Seek,

Knock.

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