lenten journal: communion


    we pass the silver plate
    of broken bread with
    less confidence than
    we pass the peace

    easier perhaps to hug
    than to admit our hunger
    we take and eat without
    a word and wait for

    the wine’s weaker friend
    shot glasses of salvation
    we place the empties
    in the pew racks causing

    the clicking sound of
    solidarity to rattle
    our hearts and shake
    awake the resonance

    that runs through all
    the saints and suppers
    that we might remember
    that we might be one


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