Peanut butter is what you craved first
after surviving so long on bread alone.
You wanted to find out if His words were true—
if man (or kid, for that matter)
couldn’t live on bread alone—
or maybe you just wanted to prove Him wrong.
But on day two, your mother,
who you feared more than God Himself
said she was getting tired of this silly experiment
and insisted you eat some peanut butter
on the next slice.
At eight years old your reason told you
that to cheat just this once
would throw off the whole enterprise,
so you declined,
and took a few plain slices from the bag
before retreating to your room, alone.
You ate the bread alone, and dreamed all night
of the creamy taste of peanut butter
absent in your mouth
and by morning on the third day, you rose
to the tempting smell of bacon and eggs
which made you grin as you imagined Jesus –
silly Jesus, locked into an eternity
of believing some people might actually want
to live on bread alone.