Bakerwoman God, <br />I am your living bread. <br />Strong, brown Bakerwoman God, <br />I am your low, soft, and being-shaped loaf. <br /> <br />I am your rising bread, <br />well-kneaded by some divine <br />and knotty pair of knuckles, <br />by your warm earth hands. <br />I am bread well-kneaded. <br /> <br />Put me in fire, Bakerwoman God, <br />put me in your own bright fire. <br />I am warm, warm as you from fire. <br />I am white and gold, soft and hard, <br />brown and round. <br />I am so warm from fire. <br /> <br />Break me, Bakerwoman God. <br />I am broken under your caring Word. <br />Drop me in your special juice in pieces. <br />Drop me in your blood. <br />Drunken me in the great red flood. <br />Self-giving chalice swallow me. <br />My skin shines in the divine wine. <br />My face is cup-covered and I drown. <br /> <br />I fall up <br />in a red pool <br />in a gold world <br />where your warm <br />sunskin hand <br />in there to catch <br />and hold me. <br />Bakerwoman God, <br />remake me. <br /> <br /> <br />From Wompriest: A Personal Odyssey, Paulist Press 1978, <br />rev. ed. Luramedia 1988, distributed by Wisdom House; <br />Gynergy by Alla Renée Bozarth, Wisdom House 1990; <br />Water Women, audiocassette, Wisdom House 1990; <br />Moving to the Edge of the World by Alla Renée Bozarth, <br />iUniverse 2000; This is My Body~ Praying for Earth, <br />Prayers from the Heart, iUniverse 2004. All rights reserved.<br /><br />Alla Renee Bozarth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bakerwoman-god/
