Journey
I was taught
to cup my hands
to receive
His body for my soul
held within
a small circle of white
wafer thin
on my tongue
But it would attach itself
too well to
the roof of my mouth.
It made me gag.
And my tongue became
a worry to it
peeled it away even
as it melted
His body spurned by my soul
I dropped my hands
resisted ritual and
rites of redemption
became a jagged stone
standing
in a stream filled with pebbles
worn smooth by currents of
faith
love
obedience.
Exposed to elements of life
lightening and storm,
scarred by their searing
I returned,
arms raised, hands
begging
His body for my soul
And the stone crumbled
released into the river
released
I receive Him
Body of Christ
Amen.
I was taught
to cup my hands
to receive
His body for my soul
held within
a small circle of white
wafer thin
on my tongue
But it would attach itself
too well to
the roof of my mouth.
It made me gag.
And my tongue became
a worry to it
peeled it away even
as it melted
His body spurned by my soul
I dropped my hands
resisted ritual and
rites of redemption
became a jagged stone
standing
in a stream filled with pebbles
worn smooth by currents of
faith
love
obedience.
Exposed to elements of life
lightening and storm,
scarred by their searing
I returned,
arms raised, hands
begging
His body for my soul
And the stone crumbled
released into the river
released
I receive Him
Body of Christ
Amen.