I kneel at the altar, and quietly wait
Warm strength of bread, cold fire of wine
Your body and blood given for food
As I relinquish myself, Your life becomes mine

Consuming You, I am consumed
The fire of blood-wine burns on my tongue
You consume me, and burn within me
Like fire from water, consuming, You come

As You consume, You consummate
Completing me through Your fiery meal
Now consummate, consecrate
And keep me forever in Your will.

A new day has dawned. This blog will be changing focus (and hopefully updating once in a freakin' while).

No more:

Complaining about not having a significant other
Complaining in general, hopefully
Really bad poetry

There will be:

Thoughts and meditations
the occasional story
Poems and prayers and promises
encouraging words.