Fragments:

                             

There is this little Boy,

hidden in a great crowd.

Nobody watches him,

May nobody see’s him?

He hides his morning breakfast in his bag.

Two loaves of bread, and five fish.

It’s far to less to feed 5000 men.

But not for the one who be called:

“The great I’m”

So the fish and the bread got broken again and again,

The miracle happened once again.

When broken things get shared,

They become more and more.

So those even, the fragments that remained,

Where far more, as the two loaves and the five fishes,

Unbroken as they where,

in the beginning.

Twelve baskets they gathered up,

If the bread had not been broken,

If the fish had not been cracked,

May all the people would starve at hunger,

And anyway nothing would remain.

John 6 verse 5-13.