Covid Communion
Though by Covid-nineteen we are kept apart
in isolation distanced and distressed;
though no kiss nor embrace should hug my heart
lest an accidental Judas left me cursed;
yet I keep on seeking for a hopeful sign
that the Spirit who calls us to be one
in Christ by blessing bread and fruit of vine,
might show afresh our part in God's own Son.
Sunday still feels holy even though alone,
for we are each connected by the sound
of those familiar voices on the phone
sharing Eucharistic prayers. We are found,
touched and joined by the Spirit on the line
with the Saviour Jesus – God divine.
Feast of Corpus Christi
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2020
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