and so we broke bread, pouring the crimson over it
wine falling in drops off the cliff on which we stood
the sea below, we faced the western gate
golden & famous, as it was
& we remembered You
you who came to dwell among us
to suffer and to dance and to drink with us
you who became one of us
oh, my most dear brothers, my most dear sisters
may we recognize the holy One!
3 comments:
I'm guessing you're talking about taking Communion somewhere?
your writing is so nice, cari.
i always like times like you have described. so good and rich and sweet.
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