Bakerwoman God

Like a woman kneads leaven

into dough to make the bread rise,

You work the yeast of the new creation

into our world to transform it.

O, Bakerwoman God, keep kneading

the stubborn, stiff dough of indifference,

of resistance, of selfishness, to spread

your leaven into the remotest regions,

the most alienated people of the earth.

Let none say they have not heard,

they do not understand, for your reign

of love penetrates the entire universe

and raises up all the downtrodden

masses yearning to be transformed

into the one Bread of Life.