Love, coming as a baby,
placed us upon a throne.
Weak and self-insufficient,
that Love became our own,
all inhibitions shed,
a meal for all creation
served in the House of Bread.
Love we were not expecting
(though it had been foretold)
finds us afraid, defensive,
so angry, empty, cold
and offers warmth instead:
the yeast of true salvation
raised from the House of Bread.
Love is both gift and calling,
both Giver and Reward.
We, too, in need of kneading,
are broken, blessed, restored
as all the world is fed
by us. Shalom’s gestation
starts at the House of Bread.
