Mid-15c., from break (v.) + fast (n.). The verb is recorded from 1670s. The Spanish almuerzo ‘lunch,’ but formerly and still locally ‘breakfast,’ is from Latin admorsus.
with the hint
and the suggestion
with the intimation
and the fresh
of the sun.
the freshly brewed
clue of an aroma
tracing all the senses
moment of pleasure.
My poem is a more recent memory of breakfast. I fondly remember my grandmother’s ‘toad in the hole’, a slice of bread with a circular hole cut in it with a fried egg. Delicious! Much later in life in the seminary after early morning prayers, a silent reflective breakfast before the long call to a day of study, reading and reflection.
Father, we thank thee for the night,
And for the pleasant morning light.
For rest and food and loving care,
And all that makes the day so fair.
Help us to do the thing we should,
To be to others kind and good,
In all we do, in all we say,
To grow more loving every day.
Reading: St. John 21: 15
When they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, ‘Simon, son of John, do you love me more than these?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ He said to him, ‘Feed my lambs’. ESV
©Jeff Guess 2017