RISEN DOUGH
All the ingredients
Aligned in order
Like building
Brick and mortar
Time after time
The recipe fails
Though I have in hand
Boards, hammer, nails
The foundation, laid
The walls in place
Power flowing
Still no space
Can't find the thing
That makes up a home
Tried every avenue
But I'm still alone
If not bread for meal
If not work for peace
If not talk for walk
Then where is there release
I see it now, finally clear
It is the condition of the connection
Lines laden with matter
Is the yeast of convection
...when you just want manna
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-10-2026d
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