“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than 10,000 tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” ~ Washington Irving
Write to Laodicea, to the Angel of the church. God’s Yes, the Faithful and Accurate Witness, the First of God’s creation, says:
Look at me. I stand at the door. I knock. If you hear me call and open the door, I’ll come right in and sit down to supper with you. Conquerors will sit alongside me at the head table, just as I, having conquered, took the place of honor at the side of my Father. That’s my gift to the conquerors!
~ Rev 3:14, 20
Category Archives: Poetry, Original Writing, Devotional, Inspirational
With the Lord’s Supper
For T. C.
A Sunday that included the Eucharist.
I recognize this. Even in the children’s moment
you connected, like a prelude, the joy
of what was to come.
“Break Thou the Bread of Life.”
Built the excitement, familiar, comforting
Break Thou the bread of life, dear Lord, to me
As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea;
Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!*
And us so close to the sea!
The great prayer of thanksgiving lead us through
the tide-pool of the ritual fully formed, and yet, like a watched bloom…
We waded through the prayer, almost unsuspecting.
At the words of institution echoing the first last supper,
it came bursting through the break in the loaf,
rising up like the star of Bethlehem.
The pieces hungry for the hand, the cup,
like sea spray, stinging and healing all at once,
The unworthy mouth that longs for You to abide under
its roof. Sopped in the juices, carrying
the preacher’s charge,
straight to my soul,
Walking the journey,
*Mary A. Lathbury – Break Thou the Bread of Life
Because of Him,
“I have spread my dreams under your feet
tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.”
~ William Butler Yeats, “He wishes for the cloths of heaven,” 1899