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,