This is bread that is not bread,
yet neither skin nor bone
that passes lip and tongue.
This is bread shared
in broken crumb,
surrendered,
ransom,
passed from hand to hand
the signature of family.
This is wine that is not wine,
yet neither blood,
that travels flowing within –
balm to raging soul,
salve to aching sin.
This is wine
drawn in scarlet pain
from a well of love
that knows no boundary
in depth or time.
This love
poured from
the heart
of God.
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