One day in early 2017, I was holding the ciborium, which is the container in which the Communion hosts are kept before they are consecrated, a.k.a. made holy. I was setting the Table for the Eucharistic Celebration. For some reason I noticed, with startling clarity, the embossed Cross on each of the hosts. The image stayed with me all day, moving in and out of the forefront of my consciousness. It must have stayed with me while I slept because I woke up the next day with this poem.
My hands hold the bowl of the broken Body of Love perfected Bread embossed with signs of Life offered for you, formed of sacred mystery Ordinary hands loved into holiness shared with the grace of divine imagination
Copyright 2017 The Rev. Paula J. Toland