I wait,
wait for the familiar beep that lets me know it's done
time's up,
it should be ready to consume...
Not yet!
it has to cool a bit
too hot for hands to hold, to grasp,
too soon and you'll crush it as you squeeze and cut
hold on,
show some restraint
and anticipate the warmth, the smell,
the texture of that
golden,
crusty,
humble loaf
Remember too,
how the bread was blessed
and broken and shared,
how it nourished the vast and hungry crowd
as the day drew to a close,
how each was sated and strengthened for
the journey,
how there was fullness
of bellies and baskets
and blessings in abundance
for those who waited…
Now, taste and see the goodness
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