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


3 Responses to Hope Rises

  1. Martha, I thought about you, wondering how you were faring just this afternoon because you had not been posting lately. Lo and behold, I open my email to find you have posted! What a relief! God is so good, and He lays on our hearts those we’ve come to welcome into our lives through their words. Breaking bread with you tonight, sister.

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