Hope Rises

 My bread dough rises like the sun

In a cold unleavened sky.

My heart is warmed,

My hands reaching out

To prepare the loaf it will become,

To bake,

To break,

To share.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  1-2015

portuguese bread

2 Responses to Hope Rises

  1. Terese says:

    Looks delicious!

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