Lent 41: Monday of Holy Week

 

And now         we lift

this bread,      this wine

born from dust,

tilled in soil,

 

fermented,

kneaded,

 

baked: now break

 

this bread

and rend

 

your hearts, your hands.

 

You look

one to another,

say,

 

“Not I?” Yet surely you, before

the night

is done

will swear

you did not ever eat this bread.

 

This bread     for you

is broken.

 

This blood      for you

is spilt.