Yeast in us

Making bread
on Good Friday,
adding yeast
to all the ingredients.

Small flakes about to work
Large miracles.


He spoke, "It is finished,"
and it was over.
Maybe the women cry
as they prepare the evening meal
and the men, feeling lost,
take up fishing again.
All wonder what just
happened.

The dough is kneaded again and again
making pockets to give space
for the yeast that
makes the dough rise and
Slowly, with time,
The dough does
Rise.


 

They will make their way
to the tomb
in three days
but, in the meantime,
the yeast is doing its work.

Jesus,

Be the yeast in us

pushing and stretching

in the pockets of our being,

Making your way into

Each cell.

Rise up in us every day and

Make us your bread for this hungry world.

(Yeast has a powerful ability to change things!)