When the Light Is Our Bread

When the light is our bread, in the dawn's first gleam, A feast of warmth, a radiant dream. In the morning's embrace, where sunbeams spread, We partake in the banquet when the light is our bread. Golden slices of sunlight on the morning's plate, A nourishment of joy, an ethereal state. With each sunrise, a blessing widespread, In the breaking of day, when the light is our bread. Through life's journey, in shadows and in sun, The light becomes sustenance, a fusion begun. A banquet of hope where worries are shed, In the glow of the moments when the light is our bread. When darkness surrounds, and the night feels long, The memory of daylight makes our spirits strong. A feast for the soul, where worries are fed, In the luminous hours when the light is our bread. So let us savor the dawn, let the daylight spread, A banquet of moments where our hunger is fed. In the richness of morning, where dreams are bred, We find sustenance divine when the light is our bread.