Poem sent in by Jackie:
you rise from flour, water and fire.
Dense or light, flattened or round,
you duplicate the mother’s round womb
How simple you are, bread, and how profound!
You are mankind’s energy, a miracle often admired,
the will to live itself
The earth, beauty and love, all tastes like bread
Everything exists to be shared, to be freely given,
The, life itself, will have the shape of the bread,
deep and simple, immeasurable and pure.