Posts Tagged ‘Sacrament’

To Every Thing There Is A Time: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 7, 2014

I’m a funny man,/
but there are times humor can/
wait and be rev’rent.

Men Serving Emblems: Revolutionary ConTEXTING Haiku

November 24, 2013

12 and 82./
There is no diff’rence in their/
service majesty.

Giving Praise With Hands Raised: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 11, 2013

I greet the sun with/
raised hands. I wish I could greet/
the Spirit the same.

What We Do At Church: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

February 3, 2013

In a row of souls
repenting, our head shakes show
how sorry we are.

Love Near Sacred Emblems: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

May 20, 2012

Sacred emblems aren’t/
mine to take, but those who sit/
near me still love me.

Sacrament Distance:Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

December 19, 2010

As you take the bread/
and water, I learn how far/
apart we still are.

Noisy Kids At Church: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

June 20, 2010

During quiet talks,/
kids scream and pound on benches./
Are their parents deaf?

He loves me: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

October 18, 2009

The context is important to this poem. In a Christian church I belong to, all worthy men 12 years old and above can hold the Priesthood. One of their duties is to pass the Sacrament, (similar to Communion) to the congregation.
To “take the Sacrament”, a person has to be worthy, and want to.
I am not in that place yet in my life.
Sometimes I wonder if God remembers me. Although I know in my heart and mind that He and Jesus love me, sometimes … I don’t “feel it”.
One of the young men in the congregation has Downs Syndrome. He has had several brain surgeries and back operations, but has never complained. He always smiles and, as many people with Downs Syndrome do, seems to just radiate love.
On this particular Sunday, this young man passed me the Sacrament tray, which I passed down the row without taking any of the bread or water offered. As the tray was handed back to me, and I gave it to him, I glanced up. This is what happened:

He glances at me/
and smiles,/
a young man-child./
And tho I can’t partake/
what is offered there,/
I c in his face/
HIS care./
And in boyish eyes I c/
God’s love 4 me.