Our Bread

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.