Our church hosts a food pantry Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

A Banquet

And God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.” And He said,

“Thus you shall say to the children of Israel, ‘I AM has sent me to you.’

—Ex. 3:14


I AM arrived into a prison camp

Saturday afternoon,

Among a row of draped picnic tables,

The twentieth of June.


Hamburgers and hotdogs and vinegar-coleslaw;

Iced tea and grape snow cones;

The inmates stacked their plates higher than wide

As bands played gospel tones.


Volunteers dished out banana pudding,

The last of lemonade

And then the feast was done. The inmates groaned

Under Sycamore shade.


I AM sent volunteers that steamy day;

Inexhaustibly there.

The Son of Man wore new food service gloves,

Incarnate everywhere.