Body of Christ,

broken for you, for me,

Life Blood of Jesus,

shed for you, for me

for once, for all

for every kind

of brokenness

of flesh and spirit

that obstruct our

union with His Father

and each other.

Christ’s earthy presence

is clothed again in flesh

as we become

broken bread,

crushed grapes,

poured out for others,

following His steps

up the Via Dolorosa,

the Way of Suffering,

the Way of the Cross.

*****

We are His Body,

A family, gathered,

mourning, praising

our Broken Healer.

Sacred Three,

Creator. Sustainer. Redeemer.

The God who heals

these temporary

fragile dwellings.

His sanctuary,

and abiding place,

where Fullness dwells

when we abide in Him.

These selves of ours,

clothed, body and soul,

in the Oneness and

Goodness of God,

so St. Julian said.

*****

Thank you, body of mine,

these eyes

that see beyond myself;

feet that serve me well.

Thank you, hands—gnarled, yet strong,

and mind (despite your lapses),

and beating heart,

more tender with time.

Thank you, broken parts,

that struggle now,

to keep to your

appointed tasks,

bathed in prayer and

gratitude and hope.

*****

This holiest of weeks,

we, His Body,

feed on Jesus,

Bread of Life,

united with all

who persevere in faith.

Receive the broken

Body of Christ

and pass it on –

this Holy Mystery

that makes us whole.

He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. (Isaiah 53:5 KJV)

All will be well.

(Celtic cross, Princeton Cemetery, 2016)

Texting Thru Recovery/Indiana Gazette