Six weeks after leaving,
a problem with food.
If only we had died in Egypt —
the fleshpots and the bread.
God provides.
Bread, each day just enough,
Sixth day a double portion,
and quail, and manna.
Manna — fine and flaky,
fine as frost on the ground.
What is this stuff?
It’s from God —
you will always gather just what you need.
jsg, usa
Small alef; poetry Beshallach
Maqam Ajam (B flat C D E flat)