Sunday, September 9, 2012

On Communion Sunday

Light touches the silver plates,
casting shimmering reflections,
dozens of flickering illuminations
upon the arched and beamed ceiling,
like lightning bugs on summer’s night
captured not in jars but in bits and pieces
of bread, more than sufficient to feed
the five thousand, and in wine, more
than sufficient to supply the wedding.
A bird slices the currents of the air,
spreading the light, spreading the lights.

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


JofIndia said...

So very powerful and beautiful... a poetic reflection of John 6...

But a sacrament which is freely offered every day, "our daily bread", not just for Sundays...

S. Etole said...

The manifold workings of the Spirit.

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

In the bread and the cup, unending blessings . . .
Beautiful, Glynn.

nance said...

i like this one.

Jerry said...

I saw the bird as the Holy Spirit dove. Thank You Glynn