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.