Chants on the Air

I kneaded the
dough today,

the dough of
five loaves

as the monks
sang psalms
to God.

The plaintiff
notes were kneaded
into the loaves -

into the five loaves
of french
peasant bread.

O GOD,
come to our
assistance.

O LORD,
make haste to
help us.

Help us rise,
help us bake,
help us cool,
help us digest.

The kneading of
dough is a needful
thing,

a thing as needed as
gregorian chants
in the early morning

with strong coffee,
advil, and stillness.


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Ciao!

+Tom