feast

bread and wine

be bread and wine
no words of mine

can tell the truth
rain-pearls roll down
round dome of roof

while prayer-incense
fills hall-room air
pain broken bread

is broken flesh
of bells struck twice
and silence spreads;

no words of mine
can tell of grace
lost wells in tears

lost wells in space
and cry for peace
'mong thoughts of old

fields young and smooth
feels long ago
fields autumn gold;

bread and wine
be bread and wine
as I am yours:

so you be mine.