Sometimes the various “ingredients” of life don’t seem to be able to make anything good, but put together and given time, I believe it can make something even better than can be imagined.
Living life’s like baking a cake:
We think, “How can these ingredients make
Something remotely tasty? Eggs, milk, flour,
Sugar? How could these have power
To become a sweet dessert?”
So we, fearing, assert
Our independence and avoidance,
Especially of the heat, intense:
“Three hundred fifty degrees? And how long?
How long?” To us it seems wrong,
But the heat is what brings it together,
If the ingredients surrender, and weather
It. We may not know how it can turn out,
But through the fire is sweetness’ route.