Poem: “Eucharist”
We come around a table lean-to.
Some people with smiles and yet
others with sullen brows.
We’re surrounded by family and
friends, our community. Words are
spoken; reminders of deeds done and
actions yet fulfilled. A thanksgiving
shared from the body:
a piece of bread and a cup of the vine,
a broken body and poured out blood.
Agreement to a shared new bond between
creator and creation. A celebration
of all things being made new and
of life and joy. With a simple confession
comes an absolution and a peace to
establish harmony. Something divine,
a fourfold remembrance:
taking blessing breaking sharing.
The giving of thanks and loves acceptance:
a piece of bread and a cup of the vine,
a broken body and poured out blood.