Bread and wine

Bread and wine
 
O Beloved, speak to me now.
Your words have become my bread.
 
Pour the wine.
I am Your son and I thirst.
 
The river is flowing, inside and out, and I am bewildered.
Soothe me with Your fingertips and fragrant rose-balm.
 
My restless heart wounds itself on the ribs of its cage.
Offer the silence and stillness of quenched desire.
 
I asked for words and received Your haunting melody
and a wine-soaked poem that won’t translate
            into any language.
 
Your voice sounds in the dark confines of the human heart.
Wine spills from its trembling vessel and drowns my thirst.
 
O child of God, rejoice in the wordless poetry of your Beloved;
the bread and wine that draws you each moment ever closer to Him.