Bread and Wine

Bread broken.

Torn, Chewed. Consumed.

True sign of my own brokenness

without You.

Wine drunk.

Flow of crushéd fruit,

Mashed and battered to set me free,

joyful tears of the Father's

One True Vine.

This night I lift my cup,

I remember You.

You,
never forgotten, ever faithful,
always there.

You,
Who are my every Breath,

my one true Food,

my Hope and my Heartbeat.

My Light

and my eternal Life.

* * * * * * *

"What you are about to do, do quickly,"

Jesus told him...

As soon as Judas had taken the bread, he went out.

And it was night.

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