A table holding God in grain
In a room of broken stories
Wounded by the supposed sacred
Some questioning, allergic, intolerant
But still sorrowfully hungry
Longing for the love underneath it all
Grape juice made holy nectar
Dripping spirits, blood of Christ
Making broken bread soggy
Our brokenness finding home in the divine
Wearing down our defenses
Sanctifying our souls
Nourishing our systems
Fueling our resistance
As we learn to be loved
It’s a new way
Love in food
Love embodied
God consumed
God tasted
You are what you eat
Love of enemy
Agape deaths
Grace on grace on grace
Mercy made flesh
We are what we eat
Or at least becoming what we eat
A proclamation of opposites
Upside downs and reversals
Shit to glory
Death to fresh babies wails
Horror to heaven
Grief to gift
Abomination to masterpiece
This bread and this cup
Are more
More than grain and grape
They are a sign that we are not alone
That God is love
That Love will win
Every time we eat
With each sip we drink
Love wins
