Eucharist

The mystic moon,

Like a wafer,

Hung on the

Pre-dawn deep.

 

All quiet.

A muted dirge.

Death beats

On my wrist

 

And wrests

My soul

From sleep

To sky.

 

And I cry

For death

To die.

 

“It is finished.” Jesus

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