If you bestow your bread on the hungry
and satisfy the afflicted;
Then light shall rise for you in the darkness,
and the gloom shall become for you like midday; ~ Isaiah 58:10
A project of more than 2 years goes into its final days and I’m ready for it to end. I think I’ve given my all and that makes me very happy indeed. The relief is great too – suddenly I seem to have a lot more cheer and energy for home chores and cooking.
Today, those verses from Isaiah come to raise my heart to hope once more. Basking in its warmth, my eyes trace the last verses over and over.
Presently though, I sense a tiny shifting and an unseen finger gently pushes the first verse to the front.
…bestow your bread on the hungry…
I sense someone watching me. Waiting to see if I’m paying attention. If I will be humble and contrite enough admit the truth.
Did you bestow your bread on the hungry? Or did you kill yourself trying to feed everyone?
There’s no hiding from the truth, not when the question pierces so gently, so lovingly thrust.
Did you bestow your bread on the truly hungry? How often did you allow guilt to decide how much to do, how far to go?
When you were so tired, yet kept pushing on, how often was it for the truly hungry? How often was it because you kept hearing, You are lazy, that voice from the past? The past that has no place in this present?
How often did you try to feed everyone?
How often did you let the wolf in?
I answer from my heart, Often enough.
I hear my own voice tell me,
When you go back, feed, bestow your bread.
But only on the hungry.