sifted wheat

my body feels

like sifted wheat

someone’s kneaded bread

forced to fast

yet overdue

every other time I tried

I fasted for myself

Your body smashed

upon a cross

a piece of broken bread

all my sifted wheat drawn in

your hands stretched open wide

Then you said a prayer for me…

‘Let his faith not fail.’

A loving body nurtured me

You gave me living bread.

                                                          2004

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