Bakerwoman God,
I am your living bread,
Strong, brown Bakerwoman God.
I am your low, soft, and being-shaped loaf.
I am your rising
bread, well-kneaded
by some divine and knotty
pair of knuckles,
by your warm earth hands.
I am bread well-kneaded.
Put me in fire, Bakerwoman God,
put me in your own bright fire.
I am warm, warm as you from fire.
I am white and gold, soft and hard,
brown and round.
I am so warm from fire.
Break me, Bakerwoman God.
I am broken under your caring Word.
Drop me in your special juice in pieces.
Drop me in your blood.
Drunken me in the great red flood.
Self-giving chalice swallow me.
My skin shines in the divine wine.
My face is cup-covered and I drown.
I fall up
in a red pool
in a gold world
where your warm
sunskin hand is there
to catch and hold me.
Bakerwoman God, remake.
~Alla Renee Bozrath~
Wishing you all a Very Happy
Mother's Day...
Take one moment today in
private, where you can sit
and behold the beautiful
body you are housed in...
the body which Mother God
gave you...look at your hands
and marvel at what they have
done for you over the years,
your feet which have kept you
standing until now...look at
your abdomen and see the life
that was grown from it...notice
your hair, your nose, your eyes
and lips, your ears from which
you hear Mother God speak to
you internally or externally.
Look at all of your body and
marvel at the exquisite handiwork
its creation is, and then perhaps
go and thank The All Mother
for her sustenance in all things,
in all ways.
Thank You All Mother, Bright Lady,
for the Breath of Your Eternal Spirit
and Love.
Happy Mother's Day!
Akasa WolfSong
5/9/2010
