by Rev. Nate Berneking
On the night Jesus gave himself
I heard my own voice say
When someone dropped a coffee mug in the corridor,
When Joe,
An elderly man, rattled his phlegm,
When just three rows from the front,
The man and woman I’d only just met,
Began to weep,
Her quietly
He in a shaking heap
Like sanctus bells signaling
An encounter.
He took bread, gave thanks, broke it
And, shared it with his disciples, saying
Take, eat
I continued to speak
But, my voice grew faint,
As the heart of the cosmos
Made its steady beat known
In the sounds of the space
Shattering ceramics
Coughs and snorts
And one deep, heaving sob
All of us
Taken
Blessed, Broken, Given.
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