The car stopped at the light.
A cap appeared in front of my eyes.
I looked up at the holder,
his eyes looked on with eager.
What have I to offer?
Many times I would just sit and be still.
This time my heart spoke otherwise.
I looked at those eyes: humble and sad.
I remembered I do have a loaf to offer.
A snack passed onto a pair of filthy hands.
Without a word but a little gesture of thanks.
Silently he sat down by the road and eat,
turning our way and took a peek.
We smiled and waved as the car moved on,
silently I wondered where is he from,
how did he end up in this form?
I know Lord, You have put him on our path,
so that in these few seconds of encounter,
we may have a chance to offer our "loaves".
It maybe a little loaf, but it filled both - his hunger and my soul.
How many loaves do you have? you asked.
I know You are not asking me the quantity,
but whether am I willing and ready to offer even the little that I have.
A simple smile,
a little time,
a small act of kindness,
a listening ear,
a gesture of welcome,
a word of encouragement,
a little love.
How many loaves do you have?