John 6: Hungry for Bread

I am full of miraculous bread,

Wondrous, delicious, temporal,

And then I hunger again,

So I come to you, begging:

Just one more loaf?

You dismiss my bellyhunger,

Offering to meet a deeper need,

And I say that sounds fine,

But maybe just one more sign,

Perhaps involving something

Crusty on the outside and soft within.

You say I should work God's work,

Which is all right with me,

So long as that work is

Multiplying fish, adding loaves,

Or possibly conjuring wine

By the sacred washtubful.

Desperate for a fix,
I demand credentials:

How do I even know you are 

Who you claim to be?

Show me a sign; 

I have the perfect one in mind:

How about a nice, fresh batch

Of heavenly bread?