Dough

“Allow yourself to be loved.”

I’m trying so hard to but father,

something inside is stopping me.

Bringing me to a halt screaming

“Wait for me!” But I know better than

to waste another second of my time

on a piece of dough that won’t rise on

the occasion to be devoured, to make

me feel all warm and full inside.

Instead the dough remains unleavened,

unlike the body of Christ which remains

Holy and divine, it stays the way it is,

rushed and eaten at convenience.