Breaking Bread
As this loaf of fresh baked bread
Gently sits,
And I patiently wait,
I think of gratitude.
Gratitude for all we have:
Family, friends, and food;
Health, homes and happy hearts;
And so much more to grow.
I raise a hand upon its dome,
I feel anxious for a slice
But I wait a while, and smile a lot,
The connection is oh so nice.
Warmth and magic resonant
Like the power of Qi
I raise my hand and feel the sign,
It’s now ready to be released!
Inside that risen dome of dough
I feel a subtle, seeping heat
Full of flavours & sustenance
Self made just can’t be beat!
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