BREAD
Bread broken, sliced,
cut, shared, sitting
with you at this table,
sharing words, wine
and each other.
This is me.
This is me.
This is my body
and if you betray me
in the night or crucify me
on some Bad Friday,
I’ll make it good with
forgiveness and love.
I’ll make it a Good Friday.
This is me. This is how I love
and how I want to eat with you,
how I want to be with you,
how I'll rise with you
every Easter Sunday morning.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2017
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