sunday sonnet #3

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    I had a church-less weekend since Sunday was my turn
    to stay at home with Reuben, who is ailing;
    I planted in the garden and gave the beds a turn
    While he sat and snored and set the “z”s a-sailing.

    I was not there to stand in line to taste the Bread and Cup,
    the food that’s fed the faithful across time;
    but today I shared a meal with friends we’d gathered up,
    and found our supper sacred and sublime.

    “Remember me as often as you do this,” we repeat
    in our ritual of worship and redemption;
    but the Body is re-membered most every time we eat
    when we share the meal with focus and intention.

    After sharing food with friends, there is this that must be said:
    ‘tis no surprise they recognized him in the breaking of the bread.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    1. Amen, brother. Your sonnet brings to mind one of my favorite quotes (now I’m forgetting the author) about the Supper: We’ve taken a substantial meal with symbolic meaning and turned it into a symbolic meal with substantial meaning.

      And a more recent one, from Ellen Davis in Scripture, Culture and Agriculture (a book you probably would enjoy), writing about the provision of manna in the wilderness: “Eating is a primary occasion for knowing the work of YHWH.”

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