Saturday, November 01, 2014

The scent on my fingers – v4

Something magic
in the transformation
a simple meal
bread and grape juice;
but eating this sacrifice,
touching the essence of God

The scent on my fingers
the taste in my mouth
my Risen Lord, Jesus;
transforming the elements
something greater, special,
through Spirit of God

As near as Christ’s blessing
as far as the stars
in remembering that night
when Christ became the sacrifice;
Christ yet with us
filling our hearts

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edited November 1, 2014
The scent on my fingers – v4
reposting of earlier versions
The scent on my fingers – v3
The scent on my fingers – v2
The scent on my fingers
&
Edited October 23, 2013
The scent on my fingers – v3
Edited October 11, 2013
The scent on my fingers – v2
October 5, 2013
The scent on my fingers
communion
Bishop’s Day with Northern Maine District
Peoples United Methodist Church
Newport, ME
October 5, 2013

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