A SPECIAL FEATURE
BY
LINDA RONDEAU
Luke 22:19 - And he took bread, gave thanks, and broke it, and
gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this
in remembrance of me.”



Empty tears drop upon the bread
Soaking up the yeast of insincerity
Spilling into the sacraments they make mockery

Lips in meaningless chatter
Hands ever busy yet not serving
Feet scurrying in no celestial destination

Little lambs still bleat for food
The aged head bows sad and lonely
The wanderer finds no respite

And all the while they call me, Lord
Calvary mourned but love forgotten
I know them not

They take the host in vain
For I will spew them out
Into the darkness they love

Other tears fall upon an altar
Stains of contrition mar the wood
A heart kneeling in reconciliation

Lips speaking comfort to the sorrowing
Hands touching the unlovely soul
Feet bounding to lift the downtrodden

My lambs cry no more for food
The aged head is lifted
The wanderer finds a place of rest

And all the while I call them, Children
Calvary understood, remembered
I knew them

They take the host in purity
I will bring them home
Forever in my presence

Copyright by Linda Rondeau
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IN REMEMBRANCE