MANNA

I wonder if God sent manna

each day

to be collected once

each morning

so that the desert-wanderers could give thanks

each morning,

would remember to be grateful

each day.

Maybe manna was given

this way

to create a way of life

in which

small miracles are attended to, observed -

the daily giving of the bread,

the small round allotment,

the preservation seed -

between the parting of seas and the watering of rocks -

the big miraculous movements.

I wonder about

that bread of the wilderness

doled in small increments,

made enough for each day -

a grace-dew to cover all and only what was needed.

I am wondering around and over this today as I am learning what it means to be grateful and to have plenty, in small increments, daily doses, minuscule moments worth seeking. I am finding that life itself is grace - and who of us can forget to be grateful each day? I am ashamed at my too-often grumbled discontents...and am learning to turn those grumblings into awestruck, murmured thanks-moments -- manna moments.