Yesterday I went on a quiet morning at the Common Ground Community Old Rectory and we reflected over the process of making bread – mine is 50 50 wholemeal and white flour olive bread!
There were some books to help us reflect in the waiting time between stages and I came across this poem which says much of what the morning was about for me:
Because bread won’t be hurried we have to learn to let be,
to do nothing, to be patient, to wait for the proving.
Because bread won’t be hurried and is a life and death process
we find out in its making that time is not a line
but a cycle of endings and beginnings
rhythms and seasons, growth and death,
celebration and mourning, work and rest, eating and fasting,
because bread can’t be hurried.