May we find all we need, 
or want,
like manna from heaven,
in each day we live.
We unwrap each morning 
to begin anew
to take what the sunrise will give.

Today is the day 
for our daily bread
which “thou shalt not” save for tomorrow.
So we let it pass
and commit to memory
the joy
along with the sorrow.

Memories, 
Or newspapers,
tossed on the ashes of yesterday’s fire.
People and places 
and lives once lived
from which we must now retire.

As daylight bows to the rising Moon
we witness the darkness grow stronger.
We may sense the taste,
and feel the joy,
But just for a moment longer.

In the coming and going 
from when to then
we gather and store it away.
We remind us to notice 
all the natural beauty
in which we may work or play.

So lead us not into drudgery 
like some Moses 
of the savannah,
Least we find, 
in time,
our stores are defiled 
for the saving of 
yesterday’s manna.