My Shadow

Yesterday, When I were coming back, From local library, A bell was ringing, In a church, on a street. Few minutes were left, A prayer was in action. The old ladies were mentioning, They had a cold morning, And checking the heating system. When a lady hand shacked me, She was delighted to met my warm hands, The father had a payer for peace, Asian Earthquake, Human rights agencies, And all for sick and needy persons, Father was blessing and serving, A piece of breed as a body of Christ, Red Wine as blood of Christ. Everyone tastes from one vessel. I was delighted to see all. When my turn came, Father stopped his service, And asked me, Are you Christian? I said, No, He normally blessed me. He didn’t involve me to share. To eat a body of Christ Or to suck his blood, I was thinking about almighty God, That is belief, God is one, And we all are brothers and sisters, But I was thinking about that distinction. A saw of a shadow of my untouchability.