How god-like, this power

to summon curling licks of flames—

glowing tendrils that caress cold steel.

Yet much more is it to fashion from this,

with but a mere whisk, a lovely dish,

like God creating life with just his fingertips.

Sweetness fills the room, aromas

of milk, sugar, and cinnamon;

a warm bowlful, a series of miracles

worth nothing near without a mouth to

taste, and a smile to appear.