Baked to Imperfection

 I wonder, what went into the making of man? 

Was there a recipe? Did G-d follow it exactly?

1 teaspoon resilience,

2 tablespoons of humor,

1 pinch zest for life, a hint of empathy.

Or, perhaps it was a bit less precise.

I wonder, what went into the making of man?

A little honesty and

 some compassion,

A strong urge to prove himself?

And then perhaps, after mixing the dry,

Did he add together the wet ingredients?

1 dollop of greed, 

a dash of self-interest,

Did he think perhaps more was still missing?

Did he add a dash of caprice? 

A fistful of cowardice?

A smidgen of cynicism? 

A drop of ego?

I wonder, at what temperature did G-d cook man?

Was it 350°? 

400°? 

Until golden brown?

Or did He saute man till fragrant?

I wonder, what went into the baking of man?

For what recipe could have created such a consistency?

A little bit crisp on the outside but warm and soft within.

With so much soul,

A bit of heart,

And so little mind.