Abstract: Yeast And Belief
There’s magic in the air, despite the warnings to the contrary.
There’s little, microscopic bits of life aching for flour and water, and not much more.
All anyone need do is set out an even mix of the pair and they’ll come calling, like Santa at Christmas, looking for milk and cookies.
Accept these tiny angels will leave gifts everyday of the year, should you let them.
Just keep feeding them flour and water, and they’ll sing happy songs as they push your breads and doughs to new heights.
And perhaps the best gift they bestow isn’t one you touch or eat.
You see, they need time and a warm space to work.
They ain’t like what you buy in a shop.
Not instance or quick.
They cannot be rushed and will refuse your hurried notions.
Rather, they’ll ask you to slow down, have some faith and a sit.
And any pair of hands who gives way to their ways will enjoy the fruit of patience and belief.
