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The loaf is never owned,
only passed
from one set of hands
to another.
It remembers hunger
but does not shame it.
Crumbs fall like small prayers
onto the table,
enough to say:
you are seen.
We eat not because we are worthy
but because we are alive,
and life insists
on being fed together.
God does not multiply bread
to impress us,
but to teach us
how to let go.
El pan no pertenece a nadie,
solo pasa
de unas manos
a otras.
Recuerda el hambre,
pero no la avergüenza.
Las migas caen como pequeñas oraciones
sobre la mesa,
lo suficiente para decir:
eres visto.
Comemos no porque lo merezcamos,
sino porque estamos vivos,
y la vida insiste
en ser alimentada juntos.
Dios no multiplica el pan
para impresionarnos,
sino para enseñarnos
a soltar.
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