Agape

Here we meet, a company plucked randomly from every shore to dine, to gather from the mind's full store, enriched, aware of all the particles, of spatial plain within, beyond— we meet as if to pull together this mysterious self that breathes and breeds inside the depths of God. ...that in such unity it makes synoptic sight of that fantastic feast that is the body and the blood consumed for all of humankind, the pagan and the child untutored, bold beneath the hands of Christ ...to meet...and to adore, to fall upon our faces then full-stunned to greet the Lord inside our viscera, in every time within our timeless souls. ...to meet, to know there is no need to crush the grape or bake the loaf, no need to speak of sacrifice, atonement, penitence, or fast before the board thoughout the night. We meet, quite helpless underneath the fierce tenacity of love, and thus it is that we are fed, partaking of the fare of ragged mendicants like Jesus and Siddartha, unwashed royalty beneath the tree of light. Then, chagrined to find our eyes directed to the dust aound our feet in self-determined shame that such a little boy begins to hand out fishes to the multitude upon the earth, we hoist our packs to make retreat, and sigh, and say that there is still so much to learn of Agape. ~ *in the universal sense, pronounced AH guh pay