At the Altar

I stand at the altar

hands upraised 

grasping the bread,

the snap as it breaks

causes me to gasp.

The fullness of sacrifice

in a brief moment

love so deep, so intimate

God’s gift to heal

that which is broken within

the longing heart

the jealousies we hold

our own darkened souls

Christ, our Passover

is now made complete

as the congregation evaporates

like the early morning dew.

The sacrifice has been made

the world cannot erase

what has been given

in the brevity of life.

These are the gifts

by them we are fed

with them we heal

in them we become one.

Our communion of souls

weighed down by sin

redeemed in body

in the shed blood

we paint over the lintels

of our hearts. 


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