Broadcast
Imagine this nourished, full air—and the surprised
discovery expanded into a feast,
not feed,
not feed,
singing until every real thing feels like a blessing
of itself,
of itself,
until every honest bread is made cake twice over,
rich and pithy—a thing to be consumed,
felt, then remembered.
12 thoughts on "Broadcast"
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Love: “singing until every real thing feels like a blessing
of itself,”
I really like the “until every honest bread is made cake twice over” line.
Oh Shaun!!! So real and auch delicate word-work…
“made cake twice”
Is gold!
“surprised/
discovery expanded into a feast,/
not feed,”
Yes yes!!!
Amen brother, great poem.
Unique word choice!
I like the celebration of presence and sensory richness. I also like the message that ordinary things can become sacred when properly attended to.
“singing until every real thing feels like a blessing
of itself,” Yes!
This poem is incredible. The way it moves and the message(s) it holds—stunning!
“until every honest bread is made cake twice over” < this feels so fresh but also familiar/almost proverbial. I love it. Great poem!
I can only echo Chelsie this morning, “until every honest bread is made cake twice over,” is heady stuff. Another classic.
“a blessing of itself”
What a joy.
The broadcast
of a wonderful prayer.
“Imagine” is the door to this beauty, Shaun.
Such a wonder! This poem opens its mouth wider each time I read it.