Thursday, June 18, 2009

Eat with Me

Won't you please
come join me
at this table?

Because when I break
this bread, I am
breaking open myself.

Will you hold me
in this moment
so that I may see you?

I would like to pass
this plate to you
and ask you too to break bread.

I promise to be there
as you lay open
and together we mend.

4 comments:

Lee said...

OMG! Part worship and part agony and pain. Part of me gets excited about the communion images and another part keeps wanting to cry.

Guess I never told you that I once had this flash image of Jesus cut up like a "cuts of beef" poster on a plate in relation to communion imagery. It was shortly post cursillo that it happened. Can't remember exactly what Joe Straube and I were talking about that triggered it but it was something about community and service. We were on te way to a huge gathering at Wimberly.

I like your imagery better! Especially the parts "hold me in this moment" and where "together we mend."

Love,
Lee

jsd said...

lee: i think you summed it up well...thank you for sharing...the crusifixion was brutal, but perhaps without the brutality the transformation would not have been quite so knee-buckling.

murat11 said...

The intimacy of this poem is quite lovely and, as Lee suggests, vulnerable and painful, too.

I suspect that it does not speak very well of my "tagging along" at the Christian table that I experience communion more as a dinner "party." I do not mean to diminish the power of the experience by calling it a party (because I do love it), but it does speak to my own inability to connect to the notion of Christ's place in the world as a "saving sacrifice" for humanity. I'm not saying this to dismiss those who do experience him this way: it's just never found a hold on me.

The best I've been able to do so far is see him as an exemplary archetype for the reality of death and resurrection in all our lives, but not necessarily THE ONLY exemplary archetype. And this past Easter, I did begin to get the sense that his life and death remind us that life can come out of the "sacrificial" deaths of others, and that this is a powerful truth to keep hold of in our own journeys.

It was good to talk to you; you all have a great trip to Maine. Love to all of you.

jsd said...

murat: Actually I think it's wonderful that you see communion as a dinner "party" because it should be that too. You know what prompted the poem...not as funky as mid-week...just trying to process and make sense of the comments, so I can move on with the rest of the work.