And you and I

And you and I

Six pain chasmed hours

on a day that has no beginning,

when shackled eternity and Satan's dance

converge

upon a hill,

a love-nailed sacrifice

and the parched darkness of time.

Demons laugh, while angels smile

with tear filled eyes.

Blood's curse becomes wine's soothing balm

and broken body

the blessing of confessing bread.

Here at table

shadowy prophets

speak of the masquerade of lamb

and disguise of wine.

Unmasking Lamb and Blood

as hands that gently ministered

to dusty exposure of tired feet

cleanse also the aching soul.

And you and I will feast

as Satan starves

and Alpha and Omega meld

in seamless garb.

There is no lottery here,

no dice to fall in random chance.

This is the meeting of truth and time,

where time is always

and truth is ever

and life is but Your breath away.