A poem by Elizabeth Sunshine

Warm hands. Kind eyes.

We speak our word of peace

Then walk the center aisle to where the Word of peace waits.

He who walked the long, dusty paths of earth

To save those made from dust.

Broken in pieces that we might be one,

He offers us the pieces of His peace,

And so I come.

“The body of Christ broken for you.”

I touch, tear, take a piece of paradise.

“The blood of Christ shed for you.”

A sweet reminder of a bitter cup

That He once drank for me

That I might drink the wine that brings true joy.

So I rejoice, my God,

In these great gifts of grace you give to me.

We celebrate our God

Who carries us from death to life,

From “I” to “we”

From time to eternity.