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.