Kabbalat Shabbat

Last evening, dressed in white, a room of seekers met for a gospel. We gathered for a Hallelujah, to light candles, to bless bread. I first met this bread as 5 kilos of flour, a dozen ashram eggs, white granulated sugar and salt. I sat with it as it writhed from the hook. Later to watch it rest, to rise. I watched with warm, sweet eyes as the oven door closed it inside. After the heavy desert sun had set, I knelt before the room and made grace upon the golden challah. I tore from the braid, rubbed it in salt and let the blessed bread fill my belly full.

Amen.