I donned my apron,
floured the pan,
wiped flour from my nose,
and in the pan I placed the dough,
then left it while it rose.
Soon yeast and warmth and time took hold
and swelled the dough times two,
it’s perfect plumpness telling me
that baking time was due.
The oven beeped it’s readiness
the temp. was right on track,
and so I placed my lovely bread
upon the middle rack.
The bread rose higher
and higher still,
it’s aroma filled the air.
I dreamed of spreading fresh preserves
on thick warm bread, with care.
I dreamed, my hunger deepened
I planned great feasts in my head.
And all the while my hungry heart
cried out for more than bread.
Then suddenly I smelled a smell
and realised with a shock,
that in my rush to bake my bread
I forgot to set the clock!
The oven door I opened
and there to my dismay
instead of bounty in my pan
was blackness and decay.
I looked again
and shook my head
perplexed and in distress
for now I knew beyond a doubt
that I couldn’t eat this mess.
“Thou shalt not live by bread alone”
came unbidden to my mind.
And I thanked the Lord for
of bread and other kinds.
And then I sat and ate the Word,
and chewed on it awhile.
Digested and internalised
this bread did satisfy.
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