Communion.

Yesterday I saw my black-red blood
Flow out through narrow pipes to fill clear tubes.
So quick, so dark, so essential;
so mysterious -- to be allowed to see it so
exposed (!).

Today, I drink the cup,
Your blood.
I taste the bitter resolution.
And the color strikes me deep,
Echoing the flow that today I cannot see,
behind my skin
still running.

And I lift my hands in praise of how
You unify the Seen and Known,
the Now and Then. Of how
You honor the tangible.

You became the tangible.

Your blood,
poured out for me.I take, I taste,
again, again, this
Bitter beauty. Brightest mercy.
Washed without
By what runs within.
Washed within
By what flowed out.

Blood-giver,
Take all mine.