The Bread of Life
How strange and beautiful the world can be,
profound beyond measure,
demanding all that we would cling to,
releasing all upon its flow,
to slip in time within this magic dance,
loves dips and swirls, caught within a trance.
Time winnows the ripened grain from the chaff,
and casts the broken husks into the wind.
Only then can the bread be made, to be broken.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Photograph by Stacie and Geoff Sloan
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