Eucharistia Phos
Wine is the mother of all
Bread is the son who made all
Wine leaks through the gigantic wall
Bread makes that very loud call
This is my body and blood
The bread is the kind waker
Yet is the one who is slayed
It was before the baker
Despite the bread being baked
This is my body and blood
Wine quenches the hot fire
Bread spreads the burning fire
Wine came from what is higher
Bread reveals what is higher
The is my body and blood
The blood moves within us all
We are all part of the body
The bread was showed to Saul
The wine was drank by many
This is my body and blood
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2020
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