It had seemed so ordinary
at every other time;
hardly worthy of note,
a common, humble addition,
excellent but invisible
in its simplicity.
But now I saw its true worth -
A celebration of the elements of life.
I felt the jocund sea breeze which
tempered the sun's rays;
I saw those hands which toiled
despite the harshest elements.
Man's ingenuity, his inventiveness,
driving him back to the beginnings
of time itself. The sustainer of Life.
I was part of the rain-drenched earth;
I basked in its life-giving beneficence.
But more. Now I feel life in everything;
the sun-warmed stone I touched today,
witness to a million years of simply being.
And this is Life’s gift to me.
The staff of life, His body, broken,
and I am engulfed in a seeded, multigrain,
ciabatta, unleavened, celebration
of Mother Earth.