In the Desert

Reverend Francis RitchiePoemLeave a Comment

This is a stream of consciousness poem I penned a while ago. It feels right for this first Sunday of Lent.

I drank deeply of the wine
that gushed from the bread they stabbed.
it flowed
Death, life, One.
One body.
One bread.

I knelt, lit the candle,
incense swirling.
Breathe deeply.
Exhale.
Inhale
Spirit,
breath of the Holy One.
Life, death, life
redeemed.

In the desert I crawled.
Lost, searching.
The one who feels hidden,
lingering at play.
Silent,
exposed.

Wine; the river in the desert.
Bread; the oasis of the body
tempted by power and fame, a name.
No name for me but that name.

In the desert, at the table;
His table, his wine, his bread,
his blood, his body.

Drink deeply.
Eat the feast.
I step towards life beyond desert dust.