God, give us our daily bread.

The food you offer is eternal. Bread and wine become you. We break open our hearts as vessels that hold such love. Others come to feed on our presence because we have come to know who we are and whose we are. Feed us, love us, call us your own. Until our day of salvation, break us open to serve the starving, the malnourished from injustice and violence.

Open our hearts to receive what you offer. Help us find nourishment in the communion of a gentle autumn breeze and in the wave of a passing stranger. Give us food in the conversations of sharing grief. May we be filled with abundance when you speak in our hearts. Allow us food that lasts, not stale or processed, not moldy or left-overs, but of insights and relationships.

 True food is you. Fill us with love.  

Amen.