And the God formed a human being from the dust of the ground, and breathed into its nostrils the breath of life; and the human being became a living soul.
The man’s body is sacred and the woman’s body is sacred,
No matter who it is, it is sacred—is it the meanest one in the
Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as
much as you,
Each has his or her place in the procession.
–Walt Whitman, “I Sing the Body Electric”
Having shared our bread,
we know that we are
no longer hungry. It is enough
that you see me for myself.
That I see you for yourself.
That we bless what we see
and do not borrow, do not use
one another. This is how we know
we are no longer hungry… that
the world is full of terror, full of beauty
and yet we are not afraid to find solace here.
To be bread for each other. To love.