The Leaven

The kingdom of heaven is like
a marimba ringtone in a hushed cinema
blackcurrant squash in a glass of water
a blood red sock in a bright white load
full-beam headlights down a late night road
cake-baking wafts through every room
a jangly busker in a heads-down busy town
a lone kind voice on an angry call
the first graffiti on a pristine wall

The kingdom of heaven is
a flavour changer
an atmosphere infuser
a day-to-day life shaper
a character percolator
a soul saturater
a culture inverter
a world transformer
a life rebirther

The kingdom of heaven is like 
the leaven
permeating
every part of the dough.