One Good Word

in abundance •  last year 

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By David Whyte

This is not
the age of information.

Forget the news,
and the radio,
and the blurred screen.

This is the time of loaves
and fishes.

People are hungry,
and one good word is bread
for a thousand.

From The House of Belonging: poems by David Whyte
(Many Rivers Press). Copyright © 1996 by David Whyte.


This morning while walking, loaves and fishes - just the phrase - popped into my mind. I'd been reflecting on gratitude and how much my understanding of abundance is changing - thankfully! Where better to see before your own eyes, a living definition for abundance, extravagance and wild bounty than Nature? The air was crisp, the sky - clear, bright blue. It felt good to breathe and let the desert scents soothe my psyche. I heard quail scratching, a morning dove coo, and barely spotted a hummingbird on the tip-top branch of a tall acacia tree. Everywhere. Beauty.

Returning from walking, I reread the poem I'd remembered. "One good word is bread for a thousand." Does it seem to anyone else that in a way, steemit is baking bread? Many people offering 'one good word' which may be shared, passed along round a circle (or flower of life), benefiting many? Maybe all the challenges of learning and using steemit are natural parts of birthing any new paradigm?

Maybe a steemit entrepreneur will come along, open a bakery, and sell steemit loaves. Handcrafted breads, live steemit classes with friendly, supportive, positive patrons. Move over Starbucks and please pass the bread.

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Hi. Nice poem and lovely link to real life. Yes, there is beauty everywhere.
Do visit my page as well.

Lovely thoughts and poem. Also the walk in the desert, or outside anywhere, sounds very nice right now! Do you bake bread?


I once made 'the perfect loaf'. I took a picture of it, sitting in its clay baker, puffy top, buttered crust...That was the last time, but many evocative memories of my mom punching the dough, covering it with a flour sack towel, and the entire old farmhouse, smelling of heaven! Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy your day, inside OR out. ;)