Thursday, 1 April 2021

Zoom-room Communion


Pizza crust,
The body broke for us,
No wine is mine,
But coffee dust,
Made this cup
From which I sup,
No hands held but the mute is on,
In silence we all sing the song,
The modern Covid lock-down twist
The zoomunion of the Eucharist,
But really I'm ok With this,

Still one,
And our Christ Jesus died for this.
Hold hands across the great abys,
Internet intent,
One in Spirit's what he meant

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