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Of all remembrance, this most precious
Riding on the morning tide,
Our exiled lives have come together,
Centered on the bread and wine.
Collective languish blunts the moment,
Tracing ruins of skin and bone,
Steaming blood, unfurled abuses,
A crimson wind blows from the throne.
Of spikes, of splinters, swords and thorns,
Weapons of Satan's vilest deed,
Of desertion, of betrayal, abandoned alone,
The sharpest agony a man's ever seen.
Too much to bear, this shattered God,
Who's death recites our every sin,
Our darkened secrets now revealed,
To show how lost our life had been.
His love moves out and takes possession
Of all we've denied in lidded hearts,
The top's untwisted like a tombstone,
His shafts of light come split the dark.
He's moved here from Galilean memories
To help us glimpse the other side,
His death destroyed the final barrier-
This the promise of bread and wine.
Mark Williams is from Wichita, Kansas. He is an engineer by profession, Spiritual Director by avocation and mystical poet for the pure joy of writing from the point of view of absolute wonder. Mark is a husband, father of three children and has been writing for 17 years. He is a member of the Westlink Church of Christ.
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