Sunday, December 2, 2012

The more



The more I wash
the leper’s wounds,
the more I see
my own uncleanness.
The more I feed
the hungry’s mouths,
the more I feel
my own starvation.
The bread is broken;
the wine is poured out;
memory renewed.

Photography by Ximo Pastor via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

4 comments:

Kendal Privette said...

the more....yes. beautiful piece.

nance said...

the bread broken
My body
the wine poured out
My blood

you are broken
My grace pours out

eat the bread
remember Me
drink the wine
remember Me

remember how
I am with you

AJ Walker said...

Really nice poem for Sunday. Our church holds Communion every first Sunday, wish, along with the traditional, your poem and Nance's could be shared as well. Wonderful.

mywordwall said...

Beautiful and thought provoking.