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.
the more....yes. beautiful piece.
ReplyDeletethe bread broken
ReplyDeleteMy 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
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.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and thought provoking.
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