As soon as the seed is planted,

the change began.

Not some small modification,

or a born again interruptive flash,

but an ontological alteration.

A change of the soul.

An understanding so deep,

of love, of service, of God.

Instinctive yet unfathomable.

 

A love with purpose, unchangeable, infinite.

Love held in the arms of my child, unrealizable yet present.

Boston Women’s March: 21 January 2017 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bread, this simplest of food,

Standing and hot-breathed, waiting for the crust to be sawn,

With a bread knife of generations,

Keeping thousands of successful slices and cuts,

In a memory to be relived perfectly this day.

 

As Our Daily Bread … sustains our body and delights the soul.