Bread of Life
The baker crawled inside his oven
to test his faith. Or so he told me
It was deadly dark and hot with that heavy door
shut tight behind him.
Too dark and hot for his idea of Jesus,
he said. He was afraid. I took his word for it.
After his cautionary tale was done
we shared a loaf of bread out of that same oven.
I watched closely how he buttered it.
He was a god with a knife.
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Really interesting and arresting!
Read it twice and each time drew me in.
I’ll return for a third helping soon.
Thanks, Michael. Thanks for your time and trouble.