communion: such a black and white word for Love
"He was forsaken that we might be accepted He was bound that we might be loosed" and as the sun glints in the rich red of the wine I feel the bread in my belly and peace in my soul overflowing in my heart He is my nourishment He is my righteousness I am a cold corpse, except for these and beside me, a whisper "it's bread Mommy, why is it so special? What's so special about it?" a little half-smile plays on my lips Just you wait, little one, soon you'll see as little people watch, eyes wide following hand to mouth following there is awe, and a pew up I see anticipation desire and gladness wells up in my eyes "by His stripes we are healed" it's beautiful, this cycle of discipleship and renewal in this beautiful Bride I feel the burning of the wine in my throat the blood-fountain of sacrifice and birthing washed clean loved living.