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.