Loaves and Fishes - Mark 6: 42

The road to freedom is dark and long. To go the distance, I’ll need a song; Something easy and strong, Like an old-time Shaker hymn, Simple Gifts or Willow Tree. Let the spirit carry me. The early morning is cold and damp. I light a fire to warm my camp And get smoke in my eyes; That’s what memories will do. Best not think of them as tears. They’re just salty souvenirs. Want country bacon and scrambled eggs, But all I taste are hunger’s dregs. Being this far from home There’s no comfort in the truth. Really need to hop a freight. Guess I’d better learn to wait. The station windows are boarded shut. The switch is broken, the line’s been cut. There’s a storm blowing in And I’m running out of time. Don’t expect one coming through. From a pilgrim’s point of view any miracle will do.