Saturday, September 14, 2013

Honey Cake

Honey Cake

She beats the batter full of amber sweetness
folding words of the
HaMelech into the eggy goodness.

God is King over his Creation as she is sovereign over the honey cake.

The spoon goes around and over, sweet batter clinging to wood.

There is flour on her hands and a sheen of butter.

Did you have the dust of our life upon you in Eden?

When you stirred the earth's natal waters did you pray into the dark waves as I pray into this bowl?

Holy King! King of Justice!

Stir my heart. Make my life a cake of honey.



  1. I just LOVE this poem. I think your life probably is a "cake of honey."

    blessings to you!

    1. Sometimes it is. Sometimes it is otherwise. I have to trust the Cook. kl

  2. And make my life one from which the "honey" of His spirit flows!