Communion #2
by DRM
A’s Communion
Through him
With him
In him
In the unity of the holy spirit
Unto the hour of death,
And the echo of a long valley
For ever and ever.
Crepe paper lightens my hand
The flutter comes from the breath
Of the word
One supplication in this prayer
To feel him
A postcard
From a far-away familiar place
Frailty is supposed to make faith have gravitas
But I’m frail now,
My flesh on my chest taut and sacrosant.
My faith is impatient.
The end is close, the answer will come.
Belief now wears heavy boots
And has the sweaty film of feet
That have been in one place too long.
Feb 2010