Be With Us There

Not only in the broken bread,
the cup we bless and share:
Be present in the feasts we spread
and in the blessing prayer.
Where hunger and your gifts are wed,
where tables once were bare,
wherever we are truly fed,
O Lord, be with us there.

From Eden we were sent away
but you were not cast out,
and yet down every road we take
we find you there somehow.
You scatter food along the way
and rain into our drought.
You are the light of each new day
and manna on the ground.

And somehow, too, you are the road
and you the journey's end,
and everywhere we come and go
you journey as a friend.
Then when the sky with sunset glows,
Lord, stay with us and rest.
We know you as we've always known:
in breaking of the bread.

Carl Moll – Speisezimmer I By Carl Moll – Lempertz, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=46035613

Cups

“Hear me, all of you, and understand.
Nothing that enters one from outside can defile that person;
but the things that come out from within are what defile.
From within people, from their hearts,
come evil thoughts, unchastity, theft, murder,
adultery, greed, malice, deceit,
licentiousness, envy, blasphemy, arrogance, folly.
All these evils come from within and they defile.”
—Mark 7:21-23

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites. You cleanse the outside of cup and dish, but inside they are full of plunder and self-indulgence.
Blind Pharisee, cleanse first the inside of the cup, so that the outside also may be clean.”
—Matthew 23:25-26

I come to you so hungry, Lord,
so thirsty I have come
for wine that only you can pour
like honey on my tongue.
But how can I sit down with you
when I am all unclean
to take your drink and taste your food,
pretending I'm pristine?

But you are living water, true,
and I an empty cup.
If I would taste a drop of you
then you must fill me up—
but cups, they must be purified
before they can be filled.
You see the things I hold inside—
how shall a drop be spilled?

Yet pour your waters over me
and pour them through my heart
and I shall have your purity
in every inward part.
Then shall my overflow be love
that water once had been.
You clean the inside of the cup—
and wine flows from within.

The Holy Grail depicted on a stained glass window at Quimper Cathedral Photo By Thesupermat – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=35772669

Vine

As Eve and Adam ate and fell,
all swallowed by the gates of death,
their children in its shadow dwell:
The teeth of hell are locked and clenched.

Woe for the fruit that passed our lips!
Oh, that we would have kept our fast!
What would we give for one small sip
of Eden's streams—but they are past.

So we become the meat and drink
that gluts the hungry maw of death
yet never fills it to the brink.
If it could, death would swallow heav'n.

O Christ, whose fall was marked by ours,
you came to be death's bread and wine.
It swallowed you down, soul and scars,
and up you sprouted like a vine.

Around the gateposts then you wound,
your living bursting from the dead.
The gates of hell came crashing down,
and death was choked by wine and bread.

Out of the garden, you, firstfruits,
took Eve and Adam from the ground,
not broken reeds but living shoots,
and brought them where the sun shines out.

Now Christ the sower, Christ the seed,
you bear us on your upward climb
to where the harvest ever feeds
on heaven's living bread and wine.

Convolvulus vine twining around a steel fixed ladder By Namazu-tron – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7282183