Hunger

    I feel a hunger pang; it has my attention, and I mentally nod at it with a tiny smile.  Because I can move into a warm kitchen to gather and consume my choice of tasty foods—fruit, milk, bread, cheese even meat.  Then I pause:  it’s not that way for everyone today, all times, all places.

    Thank you, God, that we have our daily bread, and may we see and share with those who are hungry, in your name.