There it lay;

                  cupped by my hand,

warming my skin,

so many times before,

a thousand times and more,

I warmed to his sacrifice,

yet this moment,

came, now:

a scrap of flour and water,

spoke his name, His prescience,

burned with holiness and divinity,

left his sacrificial body heat,

invisible, holy,

the Body and Blood

of Christ; the Holy one of God.

—

I held my hand as something now holy,

feeling cherished and loved

and felt it leave,

bereft, 

quiet,

I waited 

in His absence

loved.