Saturday, May 27, 2006

Nourished

My flesh is meat indeed.
My blood is drink.
"A cannibal feast!"
Some shrieked
And from him fled.
But some to this were led:
That Christ's human flesh, His very blood,
Nourishes our expectation:
Feeds us well.
And sending Gnostic lies to hell,
Gives us good hope,
Of bold resurrection
In carbon molecules of flesh and blood.
There the new wine sparkles,
Sweet with anticipation.

1 comment:

Radagast said...

"Gnostic lies" -- indeed!