Hooking up with Five Minute Friday today.
Today’s theme is:
I take the dough and stretch it,
rest it gently in my hand,
push it to the board and lean in.
It is sweet and heavy and ready for baking.
Ready to rise and be slathered with butter and even, so lucky
homemade strawberry jam.
Which, when opened, has a deep perfume.
Mingled with the smell of baking bread
and smiles of my children,
My home smells like peace.
It is with this jam and honey and butter and bread
that I take leave of the day.
I sit down and leave the following:
the lurching start to the morning
the grey hairs coming in
the rushed cup of coffee spilled
and the words that spilled after it,
the sighs as I try to apply mascara and
good will to all mankind
as again we are late we are late we are late, let’s go.
Let’s just leave.
Now, with one bite, and a cup of hot cocoa,
And find, in this time
a sort of leavening, a rise of breath
a hope and a sweetness.
The sun moves past a curtain and I
Shut my eyes and thank You.
You helped me leave. The big leave.
The one where I walked out on my giant mess.
I just left.
And then walked a bit. And looked back a bit. And
looked to You.
Knocked, and here You are.
So my boys and I
we share some bread and I wipe up the jam off the table, off noses,
off the cat. And we laugh.
And take leave of our senses and laughter rises,
light and fragrant.
This is all so very huge, remembering how I left and came back to You.
A slice of bread reminded me.