Bread On Palm Sunday 2023
I
In church, decor by Desiree Seymour
Jesus rose up again, we sang with gusto
There followed communion, bread and wine
Thoughts: He, bread of life ; we, bread too!
If he were a loaf, Jesus, THE PERFECT One
Broken so we all might partake of His perfection (God seeing his blood, not my sin)
II
There is much awry in South Africa
The disease (dis-ease) make all money chasers
Funerals are bigger than weddings here
Because neighbors sell their ID copies
To other wiser neighbors: "Yes, buy a policy -
And help with my funeral." Banks write these;
Cell phone providers sell it: "insurance business"
No limit on number of covered persons. No relations- test
Another use of the bread? Our bodies here?
I cancelled one I bought with a church friend
When I suspected I was being stressed (to die quick?)
Evidence of pilfering abound; I still found
A way to cut through this, write of Perfect Bread --
Praying to move out of my church friend's home!
NOTE: I struggle to stay positive in my township, once I return "home" from church. This offering on Palm Sunday almost didn't see the light of day. Too much about! Yes, it is scary. "Civilization" mortgaged to money? Thank you Jesus, we got through. Hosanna!
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