Baked by man, and most importantly
It was stuffed tight
With hand picked blueberry.

But I knew better than to let
The muffin vendor trick me there.
The creation held some other secret
The depths of which,
I was unaware.
But I always believed,
The dough knew the answer
And the blueberries were the key.
I saw then as I cross sectioned
My muffin along a certain,
Precise point,
Clear blue cross
Straight from heaven
That surely God did annoint.

That heavenly crucifix of love
In his blueberries from above
Was proof enough to restore
My tenuous faith in the lord.