Standing in Line; Waiting for Bread

 Today, I stood in line for hours
Waiting for bread,
Waiting for hope,
Waiting for light,
Waiting for a miracle.
Finally, I dropped to my knees,
Clawed at the rotting floorboards,
Fingernails splintered prying and praying,
Trembling alone, hearing a roar
Inside the dark silence.
Some saints kept a perpetual fire
Burning as reminder of eternal Light.
I only have one match….
The stub of a candle to burn….
And what remains of my heart.


3 thoughts on “Standing in Line; Waiting for Bread

  1. Fred this is a stunning poem…well done. You get better and better! I hope you will allow me to copy it into my personal notes? Very thought and feeling provoking!

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