eaten at the Last Supper,
another name for yeast,
dough without leaven
is powerless, absent of
extra flavor, a break with
flour and water
kneaded well, the
dough rises, Jesus
had his reserve for a
starter, saved a little dough
each time to add to his next
is an invisible force
that spreads, symbolism
from the one who is an ancient
writer, leaven is a powerful image,
Mt 13:33 Another parable spake he unto them; The kingdom of heaven is like unto leaven, which a woman took, and hid in three measures of meal, till the whole was leavened.
Lk 13:20 And again he said, Whereunto shall I liken the kingdom of God? 21 It is like leaven, which a woman took and hid in three measures of meal, till the whole was leavened.
Copyright 5.12.2010 Ms Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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|Reviewed by John Bidwell
|I've been through a couple of months making Amish Friendship bread- ending up with starters- had to pull back the reins.
Awesome stuff to eat.
This was a sweet reminder of many things
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Sage, such a treasure you are, you certainly know him well, unlike a million temples. Bless you! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|Upon first look I may not always see the impression(s)
Or is it the perceived impression of my own consciousness?
Which for me (this photo) allowed my mind to see a relic of
the Paleolithic cudgel femur bone, scourged from battle of nearby war tribe…
Or from the German Nazi concentration camps…
but it was a “Buford Stick” at first sight either way.
Then I seen the char markings which also upon this look-
looked like bruises or aged human bone. But then looking more
at the chars I thought fresh tortilla & tied that into the title…but then
my mind’s eye seen the portrait symbol & “Jesus Ate: The Story of Leavened Bread”
unfolded to offer and share these gifts of your words….and then
my mind recalled my Salvational Rescue Cookies I made last week…
(you see how my mind races around?)
polite people call it the gift of gab…but some call it bi-polar,
but I wonder why does it have to be an “it” anyway? See what I mean…
Let’s break & share life’s bread
I know how to churn butter
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|...and a little leavened bread goes a long way, too, Sage, and such superior taste!
|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|a little Jesus goes a long way.
Peace and rising bread,
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Unlike your usual writings, this poem is symbolic and metaphorical with a good message.
Sandie Angel :o)