Into Loaf

The preferment is now in the oven for the night,
and three loaves of rye are in
gestation. A deep satisfaction comes of this
mixing of primal elements:
water and oil;
salt and flour;
and now a little honey for hope.

Can you imagine a more fitting metaphor for
life? This long night of rising is not dark, though.
The oven light sets this bread on fire. This
brightening in oven is
like Christ in grave;
death is tested and
found to fail as
sour dough takes wings
and makes bread of
tohu wa-bohu, of
chaos.

Tonight I sleep, while the world is born again.
Tonight I pine, waiting for You to slip into loaf.

6 thoughts on “Into Loaf

  1. shoreacres says:

    I love the line, “and now a little honey for hope.” Hope always brings some sweetness, doesn’t it?

    I confess I grinned when I came to tohu wa-bohu. It’s been a while since I thought about Emúnah Élish and etc., but I just took an unexpected stroll through the old creation myths, and enjoyed that as much as your poem.

  2. from tohu-w’bohu through to bread. All of scripture in your post. It’s wonderful.

  3. Mary Irene says:

    The light sets the bread on fire…death fails….he is the divine bread and nourishment for His children. Your fantastic, ministering words have arrived at just the right time, Allen. Thank you and bless you.

  4. agjorgenson says:

    Nothing makes me happier than to know my words are there for you in the moment. This encouragement is pure gift!

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