Morning Prayer

ImageSometimes there aren’t words

thoughts

or even feelings to string together.

There’s flour, eggs, and sugar.

Image

A recipe to follow.

Today I pray in mixing and measuring.

I meditate to the whir of butter, sugar, and eggs.

 Find holiness in a sink pilled with dirty dishes.

                                                 Like a Master Chef, You can taste the longing in my batter.

 

 

 

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