The miracle wasn’t
five never-ending, always rising sourdough loaves
(Judas would’ve insisted on a patent) 
or
two never-souring, always frying saltwater filets
(Peter and Andrew would’ve smelled something fishy)
or
splitting the check five thousand ways
(God bless the waiter about to receive a 13% tip)

The miracle was getting that many people to all care about each other,
all at once.