Communion

Why do you feed me
From loaves that were bought with your flesh?
Why can I drink from
The wine-springs that flowed from your wrists?
Your holy communion has given me rest
And, for my future, a hope and a promise

Like wheat from the field,
Or grape from the vine,
They ground up your body
And pummeled your spine
But, next to your harvest,
No other is best
The draught of Life given
From you, The Winepress


So sayeth The Brad...