Once whole, that slice of bread
Is then broken and torn for us.
Each piece is unique like you or me.
My husband loved garlic!
“We must never be without it!”
So, I bought it, usually fresh and whole.
Now I buy whole garlic sourdough
Filled with bits of memory,
Unique to me and Bob.
Daily as I focus on Christ,
It’s a feast without the fishes.
Weekly, I take a small piece of bread
And drink a tiny cup of water.
I remember Him, He speaks to me.
Years ago, hands laid upon my head,
A blessing was pronounced,
It’s guided me for years,
Bringing focus to my life.
It’s God’s voice to me,
Uniquely my own scripture.
I never want to be without it.
Now, bits come to mind
As I daily read and study.
It’s the Lord’s Way.
This piece of wisdom I now share,
Your Patriarchal Blessing is uniquely yours.
Read it often, study it line by line,
Focus on the Savior who gave it,
Through the blessed hands of your patriarch,
And your life will not be torn as was
His body and the bread.



