Communion

Broken body...
Drained blood...
poured out...

with love.

The congregation never really sees
Nor can they understand
that each and every time
the minister stands behind that table...
to "administer" the elements of Christ's love...
and sacrifice...

We join him...

We are in him...

We are poured out...

With love...

And pain...

And sorrow...

And sacrifice...

And life.

Like the delivering mother...
gasping, grasping...
dancing on the precipice of death...
delivering life...

Dancing with love...

We share communion.