Behold the bread and the wine.
Draw nigh, ye simple of heart.
What wine, oh Earth, dost thou present,
Inasmuch as thou art the vatsman?
Remember ye, that He and they supped thy wine.
To sup, to commune, to become one
In a holy office, that office being labor,
This is the inheritance of day,
As it wert the inheritance of the saintly.
To commune is to become brothers
In one flesh. To commune is to become
Brothers in one spirit. The cup
Of communion is filled by the inflow of spirit-
The commingling of man’s spirit
With that of Him and them,
Who in holy office became exalted,
Such a cup is indeed a communion of saints.
(Patience Worth)
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