Bread of Life
Murmurs ripple through the crowd.
What kind of Messiah
Eat His flesh, drink His blood?
Some scornfully mutter,
He is mad.
Many began to slink away.
Even the Twelve flounder in bewilderment.
the mystery revealed
to all who believe.
Humbly we bow, tear sliding down the cheek,
hands reverently cup the bread, the wine.
the unthinkable sacrifice.
Bread of Life.
– Yvonne Kays