The Recipe

 

Easter 

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The Recipe

Positive EE 

The morning of the celebration anniversary of the S0n rising in resurrection I stood under the electrical lines, crosses of miscommunication for you all to bear. The celebration anniversary of the S0n rising in resurrection was called, 'Easter Sun Rise Service'. 

The cross of electricity stood tall

Behind the man in a bright orange pull over with a 3/4 zipper pull(?), denim pants I hope I recall correctly, and trainers on his feet, that thought he knew what he was saying as he made sure he used his magic words of names called out in service to make one feel welcome. 

Behind the man in a bright orange pull over with a 3/4 zipper pull(?), denim pants I hope I recall correctly, and trainers on his feet, as he bounced around a rapture story I found out where I was, amidst a group of pagans that prayed to Jesus not God in True. 

Behind the man in a bright orange pull over with a 3/4 zipper pull(?), denim pants I hope I recall correctly, and trainers on his feet, in their place of the cross where you should feel the weight of the shadow, the birds sung so loudly as if in warning, drowning the words of the man that knew not what he was saying as he pulled the flock along.

Did he follow the recipe?

the earth shook below their sandaled feet

whispers here

whispers there

now a shout

hear out loud

they could see it now

 as the Sun shined wide

the men looked at the woman 

the witch that she was

and write it down and cross it out

bury it deep

in the dark

for none to See

One day it would all Be 

no more hiding a tale to read

Polish Raisin Bread 

total failure  

My sisters came out lovely; it's the one in the back ground in a bag, a perfect shape and crumb. 

Now where to put the blame for my failure.

Altitude?

Yeast?

Did I follow the recipe?

No.

Now let me tell you a story

The first batch I had made the night before is on the right, it was the texture of corn meal and tasted of something that had fermented a tad bit too long.

The second batch on the left I made Easter morning after seeing my first failure. 

The first batch doesn't have a story but one of a first try I had a gut feeling wouldn't work out.

The second batch though...

Back home from the celebration anniversary of the S0n rising in resurrection, I draped my new spring green and cream check apron with embroidered hummingbirds and one practical pocket, gift from my Nazarene Mother over my head, pulled the ties around my back and to the front, and secured them tightly to hold my tool towel in place.  

One golden earphone in listening and watching on my tiny screen wondering if eyes were watching back, Paula White, Senior Advisor to President Trump for the White House Office of Faith, Easter Service live on X as I prepared and kneaded the dough. 

This first Easter I have gotten to celebrate with my parents in what feels like a hundred years, I wanted to do my best as I listened confused to this woman that said she preached the word of God as she took one sentence from this book another from a different one and then yet a book they claim relation, to form a story that made no sense, but I stuck around for her asking for your $. 

Did she follow the recipe?

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

No stretch could I find

Did I follow the recipe?

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

No stretch could I find

Did I follow the recipe? 

It failed so I did something wrong. 

Practice is what we do

with a recipe tried and True

Words of Adam spun

In a time of the shun

A cloth to sew

A future to create