Communion

You are first among the many

Who gather this morning,

Brothers breaking your very body,

Sisters sipping your very blood,

Bread and wine standing in

For sinews and muscle,

For plasma and marrow,

A feast made no less gruesome,

No less costly, no less terrible,

By our symbolic commemoration.

You meant what you said:

We must consume you,

Body and soul, to be whole,

To be rid of the death we've earned,

To be healed of our brokenness:

The brokenness we inherited,

The brokenness we sought out.

They couldn't take it that day,

Those hungry men looking for bread,

So they left disgusted, 

Hungry,

Unfilled.

But my hunger is insatiable,

And my pockets are empty,

So I will take

And eat

And drink

And I will do it

In remembrance of you.