A Thought About Communion

I am writing a class paper on the history and use of wheat bread and grape wine as communion elements. Obviously, I keep thinking about communion and Eucharist, so I wrote this little poem.

simple bread and wine
bought in any bakery
made with any hands
juice and grain from any land

simple blessing words
everyday and normal, thank you
we ask, we take, we give
words in every language

simple working people
full of fear and confusion
having motives and dreams
people feeling unfulfilled

simple table
carved of wood
or stone or plastic synthetics
all solid remembrance

simple yet every moment special
every glint off special dishes
saturates our words and blessings
turning common into sacred

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