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Monday, April 12, 2010

i was kneading bread
(flip, knead)
it was magic
(flip, knead)
the way something was forming
(flip, knead)
from nothing in my hands
(flip, knead)
smoother and smoother
(flip, knead)
until elasticity
(flip, knead)
was pressing back
(flip, knead)
against my palms.

every time, it rose
(flip, knead)
i pressed it down and
(flip, knead)
it sprang back, living.

i cupped both hands around it, listening,
and heard it singing in my palms.

my heart, the bread.
(flip, knead)
God's hands, the press.
(flip, knead)
still i rise, still i sing
(flip, knead)
as He knew, and knows
(flip, knead)
and knows, forever.

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