Friday, March 16, 2007

This one pretty much explains itself, too

Sonnet for Eucharist

However it is that the blood resides
In the cup, it is memory that guides
Us through the holy supper and memory
that brings to mind what has gone before.
Whether barley, corn, wheat, or rice the bread
Will never tell us if his skin was red,
If his laughter was like an untuned horn.
The bread will only tell us he was born,
That he lived and died. This we remember
As we drink wine that tastes like vinegar:
Cast-out demons and leprous hands made clean.
A vision of God heretofore unseen
Has walked the earth, more than a mere vision,
Whose flesh and blood buys our salvation.

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