Monday, August 13, 2012

So it is we eat



So Jesus said to them, "Very truly, I tell you,
 unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man
 and drink his blood, you have no life in you. John 6:53 

So it is we eat
of the body bread
and sip on grape-juice blood;
gathered old and young around the table,
praying earnestly
and trusting in gracious promises
that the life of our Lord might be found in us.

So it is I eat
longing to be filled;
knowing here is strength
for an uncomfortable journey
and the Cervantes-impossible quest
that awaits those foolish enough to believe
that the darkness has been overcome
and red life abounds sufficient for all.

So it is I eat
and drink of mysterious life
alone at tables of uncertainty
and in places of doubt,
when questions overwhelm
and all I am left with is the story of a man
bleeding with stretched-out arms
suspended in embrace, whispering in promise
that his life will be found in me.

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