Saturday, August 02, 2014

Washing His Blood – v2

In the little room, off the sanctuary,
the space where worship supplies
were kept, a stack of white linen
tablecloths, communion cloths
that once covered His table,
that held His holy meal, the body, the blood
stained by the spilt wine, the dark
stain of His blood, washing His blood
but not the memory, the remembrance
of the blood that was spilt, for us, preparing
pressing the white fabric, folding, putting
it away, in its place once more, for the next meal
washing His blood from the white cloth
but not from our hearts


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edited August 2, 2014
Washing His Blood – v2

October 16, 2006 21:58
Washing His Blood
Wesley United Methodist Church
Concord, NH

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