In a lonely place far from any town, people seeking grace, sat down on the ground. When a hungry boy gave the food he had, Jesus prayed with joy and we were glad. "Feed them," Jesus said. How were we to know that the fish and bread soon, by faith, would grow? But a child had heard what the teacher said; took him at his word and all were fed. Baskets overflow as the twelve return. Our faith, too, will grow: listen, look and learn. We receive with joy, fragments from the feast, started by a boy whose gift increased.