The Unveiling
A woman sheds her clothes and fear—
The light within at last made clear.
Where once was shame now pulses breath,
A body freed from inward death.
Not nakedness, but soul exposed—
A wound once locked now softly closed.
The golden ring inside the bread,
Unseen by eyes, by fingers read.
The gift appears within the grain—
A touch of love inside the plain.
In what is common, fate is cast—
The mystery meal reveals at last.
