communion

one sunday morning i went to
a feast of wine and wafers
where the children of God knelt
in reverence and silently received
their meal from white-robed saints.
afterward, still hungry, my sisters
and i laughed around a breakfast
of eggs and bacon and coffee
(with a preamble of doughnuts,
just for sheer joy and sunshine’s sake).
as often as you break this bread,
He said, do it to remember Me.
as often as you drink this cup,
do it to remember me.

and so i wonder if, for the company
of those who have tasted and seen,
communion is not only wafer and wine,
but also apple cider and homemade
bread; strawberry milkshakes and
steakburgers; coffee and doughnuts;
marmalade sandwiches and tea.