a good friday indeed

why did you come?
if not to pierce and taste
the flesh bread of life
allowing it to
invade
the nooks and crannies
of you
like oil
pressed from olive sweet,
reminding you
of your own
lusciousness

whilst empty
surrender to the mystery
of nothingness
of devotion
of digesting your discomfort

expand
into reality
of being
a moveable feast

ordering reverence off life's menu
savoring its sacred sweetness
between
the invisible layers of grief,
of shame

we've been spoon-fed lies
the manna is hidden,
unrecognizable
we are anorexic,
desirous of the ambrosial nectar.

getting tipsy on our own
converted fears
trusting
him who makes mercy wine
from arrogant tears

clear the haze from your eyes
scrape disbelief from your tongue
pass and drink

Ingest revelation!
divinity disclosed
EVERYWHERE
In
EVERY Blessed, 
Bitter morsel

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