Friday, April 26, 2019
And in the frigid hour, when the earth
smells of human dust, and is so sad
I want to knock on every door
And beg forgiveness of I don't know whom,
And bake bits of fresh fresh bread for him(or her)
Here in the oven of my heart.
__ Cesar Vallejo
The fresh bread an offering from
Ms. Grace the beloved baker
of my heart.
May we all share bread and peace.
Posted by Pat at 2:47 PM