oh, dear sourbread
what i would do for you
for you rise from dust
without added yeast

in my shallow sleep
i pray for you deeply
mornings i feed you
you rise to sky heights

for your rye starter
true love i feel
the flavour the texture
the chewy crumb

the combo of the dark grain
paired with precious liquid
time, the perfect substance
yielding the desired effect

i wait for you patiently
while you work the magic
you deliver every time
the manna of gods

blessed we are
as so little is needed
to satisfy our hunger
yet so very nourishing