POEM NINETEEN

Let the broken heart be
blessed as blessed bread is
broken to feed healing hearts

Gather the crumbs for
the feast

Pass the cup
collect tears turned
to sweetest wine

Passing the bread
and cup
call us all
to the broken union
restored
again and again and again
as lovers
restored
to their first passion

Timeless
eternal
moments
enveloped in
common call

Hear
the voice
of the first lover's call

Remember
the first touch
the first kiss

Live them

Give them away
again and again
and again
as bread
for the feast
of the multitudes