Intinction
Remembrance
To sup
Usually, I stand, I hear those words
"His body was broken for you"
They cut to the heart
They make you invite his goodness, richness and mercy
The soft, sopped bread,
The bitter sweet taste of bled grapes
Into your unsavory and rotting meat, gracious, bewildered
"Why did He love me so?"
But wait!
Just try sometime standing there
In the echoed silent halls of two thousand years of Saints
As they crowd around to eat
To speak those words to others
Almost like a double edged sword
They reach and stab and pierce your innermost parts
And each time it becomes more unbearable
The finality the weightiness of the gift
"His body was broken for you"
"His body was broken for you"
"His body was broken for you"
…
…
"His body was broken for you"
The fullness of each hammer swung word
Echoes. Haunts.
Tightens the nail around His flesh
Grips the flesh around your eyes
The catholicity of his sacrifice comes crashing down around you
Almost bringing you to your knees in full perpetual prostration
It wasn’t for you only that your "personal savior" died
It was for him,
And her,
And him,
And her
And for as many as there are to come to the feast
His body was broken for them too.
© 2008 Jediah Logiodice