I had a lovely lunch today, and in particular, I had some wonderful bread. I love good bread – the variety of flavours and textures, and it’s sheer thereness. So, here is a poem about bread. I am not sure who wrote it (anybody any ideas….?) and I rather think there is a second part. Any information welcome!
Be gentle when you touch bread
Let it not lie uncared for–unwanted
So often bread is taken for granted
There is so much beauty in bread
Beauty of sun and soil, beauty of honest toil
Winds and rain have caressed it,
Christ often blessed it
Be gentle when you touch bread.