The ministry of the body
is a mystery tonight.
Sinew and bone
woven together tightly;
arms and legs entwined
and fingers grasp
at the sweetness
before it escapes.
In this rare place
the mist of forgetfulness
wanders past fear
and crouches low,
waiting for a voice
to remind us to speak.
What was seen
is now heard.
What was touched
is closer to God
than any hand dares
to offer comfort
until invited
to this sacred table.
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