I once read that for centuries no one knew
The meaning of the word “daily”
In “give us this day our daily bread.”
They assumed it was some extra-holy word.
Finally “daily” showed up in a trash heap,
On a shopping list. Some housewife had demanded
Not day-old bread, but “daily” bread.
She didn’t want yesterday’s food.
I love that the word is common, plain.
The Gospel for people like me.
I love that the bread is fresh-baked.
We don’t rely on yesterday’s good.
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