these are words for men in isolation in prison. they’re fed the elements through a slot in the door. bloody hard to write, for a number of reasons that i won’t go into here.
this bread tells the story of grace
told around the table for thousands of years
in the company of millions of people
all are welcome at this table.
you are welcome at this table.
take and eat, this is grace, given for you.
this wine tells the story of love
lived out in the world since its beginning
turning despair into life
fear into hope
bringing wholeness to all that is broken.
take and drink, this is love, given for you.
update: I’ve decided this won’t work at all within the context, but i’ll leave it up for posterity’s sake! hoping the spark of whatever creativity i had before will come back soon…!