Partake

I partake of your

garlic BBQ fried potatoes

offered to me in purity,

salivating at the thought

of our communion.

Is it wrong to crave your body?

It saves it saves it saves

benedict me, resurrect me

give me your holy roasted

honeyed word

to help me live right

like a salty saint

boiled in oil

oh so holy crispy

wispy cotton clouds

drift past the Son

and we block our eyes

when He returns

all golden brown

dripping his sacramental juices

partake Partake AWAKE

-Geoffrey Griffard