THE LORD'S SUPPER

There was no shining light,

No conversion outside Damascus.
I took up the elements as normal,
Watched the priest perform the blessing,
And then returned to my pew.

At what point prayer took over
I cannot answer.
There were no tongues of fire.

Yet later, at the Communion rail,
I felt risen in my putrefied flesh.
All that had been Void
Was filled with radiance:

Loving God, I could love others.


(c) Michael Newman