In Poland
My great-great grandmother
kneaded dough on Thursday,
let it rise overnight
and on Friday twisted it into braids
for the Sabbath meal.
She knit the braids together
intertwined like lover's arms.
Today I dip communion bread in wine.
Poetic Asides prompt
kneaded dough on Thursday,
let it rise overnight
and on Friday twisted it into braids
for the Sabbath meal.
She knit the braids together
intertwined like lover's arms.
Today I dip communion bread in wine.
Poetic Asides prompt
3 Comments:
I like this very much --- honoring the traditions of our grandparents, our culture and our faiths. Nicely done!!
This is my Day 5 ~~ Waves Wash Over Me.
Oh, this is so beautiful! Thank you!
Absolutely. Divine description, reverential, bowed with feeling.
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