Early on Sunday mornings
Uncle Matthew clattered about downstairs;
hours before the sun was scheduled to rise.

After a while,
the warm smells of morning
wafted their way around the spacious farmhouse;
Fresh coffee
Bacon cut thick
so that it didn’t shrivel up to nothing in the pan,
and most special of all,
his honey bread.

We were convinced that God himself gave Uncle Matthew that recipe
as it was the closest thing to Manna that any one of us had ever tasted.