Bread.
Everyday.
Every day.
Every meal.
Bread is life.
Love baked fresh every morning.
Dusty arms kneading
Dough stretching, growing, living
On this night it is unleavened.
Our ancestors in haste
Their journey long, urgent.
No time to rise.
With bread we remember.
That he would use bread
To explain
To teach
To love
Makes perfect sense.
We know bread.
We understand it.
Bread.
Every day.
Every meal.
Bread of Life.
Mercy made fresh every morning.
Forgiving arms outstretched
Love rising, growing, living.
On this night it is raised
Bread from Heaven
Maker, not made
Blessed
Broken
Shared
With bread we remember.
©️Laura Moore 2019
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