i with but a crumb

I read the following thoughts in Moore’s book on enchantment in the everyday life …

God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,–
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,–
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.

It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.

I wonder how the rich may feel,–
An Indiaman–an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.
~ Emily Dickinson

Moore writes … “Give us this day our daily crumb, our cie cream cone, our cherry pie.  The slightest things — a walk, a word, a breeze, a passing view — please the soul immeasurably and feed it.  A dinner with a hint of imagination and effort, a tree bearing fruit outside the kitchen, a favorite market, and old recipe, can all feed the soul even as they nourish the body.” 

Several thoughts come to mind … 

• I read this shortly after talking to my sister about a scrumptious yet quite simple cake recipe.
• Ron and I are going to Austin and one thing on our minds is the yummy food we get to eat there.
• A co-worker said … let’s go out to eat …

Eating isn’t so much about nourishing the body … although it does that.  Food is about feeding the soul, building relationships.  Sharing a meal is about fellowship … 

How much sweeter is the fellowship when we share the Bread of Life …

Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty.” ~ John 6:35