Sap once traveled winter wood,
A clear devotion doing good;
Refine by loss, distill the whole;
Boiled to amber patient heat
Transforms the simple into sweet
This craft instructs a hungry soul:
Remove the water of disguise
Let essence speak without surprise
A ladle lifts the sun indoors
The steam translates forgotten doors;
The labor warms the word “enough ”
Contentment tastes of honest stuff
I pour a thread on morning bread
A maple sermon quietly said;
Abundance lives where fires are kind
And sweetness learns a steady mind