Eucharist
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
The bread blooms on the tongue,
The wine rivers through the body,
These provisions are more than enough
Until the other unimaginable communion takes place,
Believe the slow road outwards, leads
Inevitably inwards into His arms,
We needn’t worry about who we are
Or the shadows we trail behind,
Everyone—no matter what they have done
Or what they have failed to do
Is welcome, and everyone, no matter who they are
Approaches that table, trembling, like a bride.
Foundations
By
Joseph Anthony Petro
Listen, O ears of my soul–
Hear past sounds and any meaning
The mind gives those sounds,
Listen through the chatter
And traffic, and everyday sonancy
To the Foundation Song
Exhaling steadily through all creation.
Look, O eyes of my soul,
See past appearances and any judgments
The mind assigns the images,
See through replicas and glitter,
And shifting shadows
To the Foundation Light
Shining steadily through all creation.
Taste, O tongue of my soul,
Discern past flavors and any cravings
The mind makes you think
You must obey.
Savor through the empty calories,
The sweetness and bitterness,
And everyday seasonings
To the Foundation Bread
Nourishing steadily all creation.
Feel, O body of my soul–
Breathe past fear and any memories
That say you shouldn’t experience bliss,
Rise past shame and the torturous ideas
That pleasure is somehow wrong
To the Foundation Joy
Cresting steadily through all creation—
Spilling you, emptying you, filling you,
Lifting you to sink into heaven’s bed
Where you are allowed to desire desire,
Where you are allowed to be ravished
And to ravish, where it is safe to lose yourself
And find yourself in the rapturously
Catching breath of the Beloved.