Sheltered here in this room.
Drawn by need and invitation.
Protected by the sacrificial blood.
We share the meal of meaning.

Bless this bread to us.
Broken body symbolised.
Bread that will sustain us.
Wine, strong on the lips.

Can you taste the love and sadness?
Gratitude and praise in an act of remembering?
Of realisation, that we must accept the sacrifice.
The lamb of God, without blemish.

Or the scapegoat.
Taking our sins.
What a burden!
Carrying a cross was the least of it.

We remember how you love to party.
How you lived.
Loved the seekers.
And ate with sinners.

You are here now, still pierced.
But alive!
Your presence lifts us.
Your spirit fills us.

Lord in this bread and wine we join with you.
With each other.
And with all the body of Christ.
In this act of communion.