“Manna,” Ensign, Mar. 1987, 65


    Second Place Winner

    I stretch my hand

    To pluck the seed-like flakes,

    Bowing over the full basket,

    Feeling the weight of His love,

    Knowing that from this harvest

    I must grind and bake.

    Small chore for sweet bread

    Freely offered,

    Bread mixed with tears

    For this


    Source of life.

    I stretch my hand

    To partake of broken bread,

    Bowing over a full heart,

    Feeling the weight of His pain.

    Knowing that from His harvest

    I may repent, take on His name.

    Small chore for sweet forgiveness

    Freely offered,

    Forgiveness mixed with tears

    For Him—for this


    Bread of Life.