bread,
earthen and broken flesh
blood-water,
crimson drink
a moment of
remembrance
prophetic
practice of grace
take and eat
your piece of me
take and
drink the last of my being
take from me
the robes of righteousness
not one can
take my life from me
deny me, my
brother
forget me, slumbering
friend
mother spare
your tears
I make all
things new
father of
the forsaken
why demand
this sacrifice
cradle life
demand it not of me
if another
way there still may be
paths have
forks
and
travelers choices
this night I
make mine
thy will be
done
