Ā© antorao613


Ā© antorao613

Meat cheese bread
snuggly sandwiched into bags,
lidded styrofoams of coffee.

Below the bridge,
the dark span hides a slight shuffle,
a bent huddle gathered there,
all muffled and still.
Then comes a rush of roar;
lightā€blazing autos swirl shadows
that leap and stretch
and, passing by,
shrink this small congregation.

Among them
walk those offering bread and cup.
Take and eat.
This is the body of Christ
broken for you
and for me.

Nancy L. Bieber lives inĀ Millersville, Pa.

Posted in: Books That Have Changed Us, Poetry

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