#communion
Take your sauce, dip or dressing of choice
Bring your North, South, East or West
We've all come to His table from somewhere
And we'll share the same feast nonetheless
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 1:41 PM UTC
Without bloatedness and drunkenness
Without limits of time, space, and matter
Without gluttony, nor appetite, nor necessity
You shall feed for the purest pleasures
On food angels will discard their wings for
And be mortal men for a sight and a whiff
Thus man was made eating and drinking
The unseen universal sign of communion
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
(A realization of otherness)
Frenzied shaking has taken my soul
I am crushed by the burning of gold-brined teeth
My unclean lips draw back in a grimace
As I rest my head against the beam of
Some ragged torture device and get
Splinters driven into my constricting scalp
Take a spike and drive it through my temple
Into this piece of time-worn timber which
Is saturated with skin flakes from my victims
(The reception of the sacrament)
Shall I not raise my filth-clotted hands up to
This presence which is like smoke and fills
My lungs with the kind of fear true power brings?
Let there be flesh to envelop my quaking body
Let it be caught between my teeth and drape
My skin in a new raiment of priesthood
Let there be hematic torrents rushing down
To clean out the wounds and make them imperishable
To be better drink from well-dug cisterns
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
Our Holy Communion of Words
you wrest my words away, with tongue and teeth,
running their sounds out with your soft tonguing,
gentling their enunciated freedom to float airborne,
but not before,
your teeth hone them sharper, wiser, better,
before freeing the letters
for life eternal rebirthing,
swapping, warping words,
into a
a holy communion
then with thy lips closing after them,
wishing them godspeed,
safe travels to yet another’s eye imbibing,
until released once more,
traveling from souls you likely
never to meet, embrace, greet,
but to whom you have formed a
direct intangible tangling,
shared wafered words,
a holy communion
But
yours,
your words,
*gut punch me,
how could you know,
where/\were
you there beside me when in darkened hours
the sun shone brightly, illuminating with bent light
our crevices and our crevasses,
your, words, written,
stun me into crazy, as if
you were within my interior
a cacophony exposed for all to hear,
my grunts & oofs,
visceral, too real, and
my actual tears cascade unfiltered
into the cup of our tangible entangling,
salted & starry*
our holiest communion yet!
~~~~~~~~
Fri Feb 9,
10:00pm~10:30pm
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 7:59 AM UTC
In sanguine devotion
I give this body
for your
consumption
until my river
runs dry
until my soil
grows barren
until my sky
turns ashen
until my blaze
fades to ember
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 10:18 AM UTC
So we made love and flew up into the sky
Where the clouds caressed our shimmering bodies and the stars welcomed us home.
There we stayed, resting...
In silent ecstasy as the universe pulsated with the heartbeat of every soul
Not a sound was heard
As celestial bodies moved in silent ancient accord...
"It is time," We said... at long last
"To return to that place from long ago
Where all is not as it should be
Where confusion holds
And fear abides."
"We must return there,
To walk amongst those who would know the truth
And tell them of the beauty behind the veil."
Feb 19, 2023
Feb 19, 2023 at 12:25 PM UTC
Water to wine and wine to precious blood
The Lord transfigures; taken at the flood,
The dregs of outrageous fortune, once imbibed,
Will be like compost to a growing bud.
So, drink and happy be, for all is well
In Paradise, where living waters swell
The stilly stream by quiet pastures green,
And sheep in peace and pleasant weather dwell.
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 6:15 PM UTC
God said, come now
and let us mystery together,
fire and phoenix together,
rhythm together, step together,
be danced and held together.
Let us rest in my meadow,
feast to our pleasure
and pour to our brimful altogether.
Come let us be here together.
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
Thursday Night
Body-blood
wafers-wine,
praises turned crucifixion,
a mother's milk gone sour
to boil its lamb son alive.
We lament, and remember
(upon this Thursday night)
the actual retail price paid,
the victory won from defeat.
James E. Roethlein ©2021
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
Breakfast for two is true
communion.
Twin mugs full plates
the disshelved kitchen
My one yolk eyes me;
its sunny stare brightens
the awkward lack
of intimacy.
Sipping orange juice in lieu
of the morning after,
the passing closeness
a treasure all its own.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
Corona
by Michael R. Burch
There was a moment
without the sound of trumpets or a shining light,
but with only silence and darkness and a cool mist
felt more than seen.
I was eighteen,
my heart pounding wildly within me like a fist.
Expectation hung like a cry in the night,
and your eyes shone like the corona of a comet.
There was an instant . . .
without words, but with a deeper communion,
as clothing first, then inhibitions fell;
liquidly our lips met
—feverish, wet—
forgotten, the tales of heaven and hell,
in the immediacy of our fumbling union . . .
when the rest of the world became distant.
Then the only light was the moon on the rise,
and the only sound, the communion of sighs.
With all the understandable gloom, doom and despair over the coronavirus, I was reminded of this early poem of mine that used the term "corona" in a much more positive light. I wrote this poem around age 18 and it has been published by Grassroots Poetry and Poetry Webring. Keywords/Tags: Corona, coronavirus, touch, union, communion, sighs, expectation, unity, trumpets, heart, pounding, *** arousal, union, ecstasy, consummation, consecration, omen, comet, shooting star, talisman, moonrise, moon rising
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
Primal worship
Eyes dilate
Senses still
Time slows
Anticipation builds
(b---r---e---a---t---h---e)
Whispered prayers on the neck's nape
A pilgrim's trail
.d
...o
.....w
.......n
........t
.......o
.....t
....h
......e
Well of your soul
And hungrily consumed
Communion from your chalice
A spontaneous supplication at your sacred sacellum
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 7:03 PM UTC
Oops,
I've sprung a leak.
Eyes stare on in disbelief
while the soul seeps; loose fluids leave.
The high is passed the peak.
Senses ascend to heaven and hear Myself speak.
The body is numb.
Arriving
to find passion is gone.
Self-destruction to atone.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
Isn’t it incredible?
How i fall in love
With a different thing
Every day.
Yesterday, it was your laugh.
Today, it is your memory.
And tomorrow maybe,
Just maybe,
It would be our communion;
Beyond the shackles of worldly ordeal.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Stop
Sit
Rest
Share bread
Drink wine
Remember together
And celebrate -
Because - I'm - coming.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
The mask of confession
reveals nothing
compared to the truth
within the worth of the wait
in the crack of the joke
on the breath of the embrace
of a friend beneath
a shared blanket
on an autumn morning
seeking a closer communion.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 6:12 PM UTC
Nay; the question may yes indeed be - how hath thine been; neither what is to be, nor not to be.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
You let me hunger
so that I
starve for You-
without You, die.
You let me hunger
so I know
upon my heart
You want to sow.
You let me hunger
so I feel
satisfaction
when I kneel.
You let me hunger
so I see
priceless Love
upon that tree.
You let me hunger
so I seek
Your strength when
my will is weak.
You let me hunger
so my heart
knows from it,
You'll never part.
You let me hunger
because You thirst
for me to always
love You first.
Lord, I am hungry.
Fill me up
with your Flesh-Bread
and Life-giving Cup.
Lord, I am hungry.
Let me starve.
Upon my heart
Your trademark carve.
Lord, I am hungry.
Thank you, though.
For without hunger
I'd never know
how much I filled
my life with things
that dull Your brilliance
and make kings
of worldly pleasures.
Let me crave
Your Word alone
and help me brave
this war of willpower.
Pave the way
to Your Kingdom
for there I'll stay
for all eternity
if I
let You consume me
till I die.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
The Flying Squadron of Church Ladies
At First Communion the Flying Squadron
of Church Ladies surround the children to:
Reprove, reproach, command, censor, chastise,
Berate, exhort, implore, upbraid, adjust
Chastise, upbraid, embarrass, harangue, rebuke,
Enjoin, dictate, direct, require, apprise,
Advise, inform, beseech, explain, uphold,
Impart, compel, remind, forewarn, correct:
Because since Peter’s time, all this is what
The Flying Squadrons of Church Ladies do
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
You are cyclic like
the change of seasons
in your reinvention;
robust is your passion,
a mountain brook
that embraces hills
plains, fields and ravines
without any restriction.
Instantly you would imbibe
any message, air, wind or water
sends through flashes of intimations,
nature's child you are, a woman
in sync with the moon in your veins
and the sun that seeks you from my *****
I only follow the music your heart strings play
that in my psyche resonates, every moment,
it makes easy navigation in this planet my right.
You and I move through the waves rowing
shoulder to shoulder, singing spiritedly barcaroles.
The feminine in me is under your tender care,
I let my masculine self be in communion with yours,
all merging in harmoniously, resulting in only ONE.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
His words were leavened with love
as He shared His last mortal meal.
If you listened with care
His voice maybe cracked with grief
even while His hands were laced with grace
as He broke the crust
releasing the warmth into the chatter
He shared with His friends.
And if you watched closely
His hands perhaps shook a little
as He poured out His full bodied wine
intense in its dark flavour
infused with fragrance
as if ripe for an altared offering.
And if you looked into His face
you might have seen a sheen
in the firelight
over the determination
to see this through
to the last.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC