O God you have come to be our bread

But have we become bread for you

Have we waited upon you here

So you could consume us too


Have we let your Spirit leaven us

Have we waited until you wanted us to rise

Have you kneaded us like clay in your hands

Till we became good in your eyes


Have we given ourselves to the least of these

Have we allowed ourselves to be

Broken, and poured out, offered up

As you said “Take this . . . take me”


And as we take for granted to consume you

Lord, do we count on you to consume us too

The sacrifice, the feast, not reversible

But simultaneous, duplicitous, mutual


If we have swallowed you, we are you and yours

If we are your body, what we are and do and say is you


We re-present you to the world

not in sacrifice but in victory

your body broken, your blood spilled

Rises up to praise you and give you glory

Rises up to serve true to you

Or can it impoverish your gift by what we do?

what you do on this earth, it is no longer up to you

because you gave us everything you could


About dropsofspirit

Mom, intermittent theologian, artist, songwriter
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