That I may cast my eyes on the true bread and the true wine
as my hands work to create mere shadows of divine things.
That I may remember how manna rained from heaven and water gushed out of rocks
when little hungry people are crying to be fed.
Soul, be still, for our God provides all our needs.
That the Lord may feed true food to all who gather at our table,
family, friends, travelers, foreigners, strangers.
That we may taste the Feast of Life.
That our hunger may be satisfied, our thirst quenched.
That we may love rightly and truly.
That we may remember the Body that was broken for us,
the Blood that was shed for us.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.