In the Old Testament book of Exodus, there is the story of manna, the miraculous food from heaven which sustained the Israelites in the wilderness.
It has entered the English language to mean any unexpected gift or windfall. It is also the sweet substance obtained from ash trees (fraxinus ornus – flowering ash or manna) of Southern Europe used as a laxative.
In Exodus, Moses and his people had successfully fled Egypt and were wandering the desert in search of the Promised Land. God was clearly on his side because he agreed to rain bread from heaven for him.
Each morning as the dew raised from the ground, the Israelites saw a small round thing which they called 'manna' (the Hebrew word for man).
Moses had to explain to his suspicious kinfolks it was edible bread.
There were specific instructions. They were to gather it, an omer each to a man. An omer is one tenth of a Hebrew ephah which is approximate to a bushel or 33 litres in total. That makes an omer about 3.3 litres. That's a lot of bread.
Manna was to be found on the ground six days out of every day. Even God’s gardeners rest on the Sabbath.
The Israelities lived on manna for a full forty years until they blundered into Canaan, Israel – the land of milk and honey. Manna had outlived its usefulness. For that matter, so had Moses. He died having never set foot in the promised land.
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The other half is there bathed in wan kitchen light
The silent tide is neapwalking
And the blood on the pot is beating out
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Struck down by Sundays
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Detectives of ruby and earls
Turning ugly by the gasloads
Fierce and financial
Suspicions in peanut demeanour
Raising the not-halves of the north
Nipped in the buddha by a nervous notary
Counting down the power of the hours
Impounding warlock warrants
Scouring sterling beliefs
Odds against the evening
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Crapulence in crepuscule
Secretly set on fire by
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Stubborn styx and stonehenge
Watery Neolithic victims of
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King of the Kitchen pershing
Soiled by the undertaker of the
Reverse paternity typist
Miracle of the mass serpent
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Alma matter of fact
With a deafening degree of difficulty
Sentenced to secular suicide
In the tomb of the templar
Lies the sin of the superficial
Diaspora of the dynamite
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Largely unspeaking in original syndicate
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Rintintinpot touch of scabies
High density water living
Fit for wanderpigeons
Chalky shit on Will the concrete-eater
Lotus override on a parkinson meter
Chancellor’s chin with the bill
Round trip to Mars via the mill.
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In with the given, and I aint mistaking
Among things seep within us
Are blisters of mercy
In torchlight touch tennis
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leaves lobsters, willing tasman on the floor
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