The Bread

You are in the oven 

Like bread

Rising to the top

We think we are the only loaf

But we are a dime and dozen

But some have more dough 

Some bake more slow

Or a different type all together 

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The heat is up high

You are being redefined 

You wish the waiting would stop

Making a promise 

Of a perfect rise would be a lie

It all depends on the care you are given

Which is based a heart that’s driven

Don’t put this fire out

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Don’t look to other the breads but the baker

He’s got his on apron and gloves

He knows how firm and how hot

We think we are the only loaf

He laughs at our quarrels

He sees our yeast

To His eyes we are a feast

Don’t put this fire out

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(C) Carly Wiggins May 2022