Communion: A Bible Poem

The cupwas a molded bit of earth.
The touch of his fingers blessed it.
The blood of the grape broken,
offered and eaten,
filled it.

At the table,

in the dark, we sipped

its sweetness touched with bitter taste.
It warmed our center,
burning.

The bread,
joined in loaf
formed by His holy fingers,
was rough in our mouth,
filling us.