“Bakerwoman God, I am your living bread, strong, brown Bakerwoman God. I am your low, soft, and being-shaped loaf. I am your rising bread, well kneaded by some divine and knotty pair of knuckles, by your warm earth hands. I am bread well-kneaded.
Put me in fire, Bakerwoman God, put me in your own bright fire.
I am warm, warm as you from fire. I am white and gold, soft and hard, brown and round. I am so warm from fire.
Break me, Bakerwoman God. I am broken under your caring Word. Drop me in your special juice in pieces. Drop me in your blood. Drunken me in the great red flood. Self-giving chalice swallow me. My skin shines in the divine wine. My face is cup-covered and I drown.
I fall up in a red pool in a gold world where your warm sunskin hand is there to catch and hold me. Bakerwoman God, remake.”
–Alla Renee Bozarth, in Earth Prayers From Around The World, p. 162
