I THINK God loves the people who bake bread: Quiet wives in kitchens where upon the window sill Come hungry robins asking to be fed; Slim brown-skinned women who with rhythmed ease Turn coarse flat cakes before a smoky fire, Tending the ancient rites on bended knees; And men who work where hurried wheels are run All day and night to make the wholesome loaves Cream-white and crusty when the rows are done; And mothers everywhere who spend long days At doing simply homely tasks to keep The home love bright and shining down dark ways. @3"Take this and eat,"@1 it was that Jesus said, And whether hungry hearts or bodies shall be fed, I know that God must love the makers of the bread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF KAREN, THE DANCING CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON THE WAY (PHILADELPHIA, 1794) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |