In evening\'s light, they gathered on the hill,
Where shadows stretched, and whispers met the dusk.
The crowd, a sea of faces, silent, still,
In weariness, their hunger was their trust.
With barley loaves and dried fish in His hands,
He raised His eyes, the heavens’ grace bestowed.
The weary sought, and in their humble bands,
A miracle of sustenance was sowed.
Upon the grass, reclined with hope anew,
The multitude, in need, was gently fed.
Each morsel blessed, their spirits softly grew,
In every piece, a silent prayer was said.
As night approached, the crowd began to part,
With hearts fulfilled and faith within their heart.