Just a little poem that came to me when I got home. As a Catholic I see the Eucharist as not just the tiny piece of bread I receive every Sunday but as a way of life, a call to love sacrificially. This piece is heavily inspired by my parents, whose devotion to living a Eucharistic life sustained them through the best and worst of times together while they raised me and my siblings. Let me know what you think and don’t be afraid to critique the flow or other elements of the poem, I’m still new to this genre!

This is my body, this is my blood

She says without words from the day she gives us life into the late years of our childhood

This is my body this is my blood

He says without words as he works himself to the bone day and night to ensure our livelihood

This is my body this is my blood

She says without words as she attempts to ease his suffering day after day

This is my body this is my blood

He says without words as little by little he begins to waste away

This is my body this is my blood

She says without words as she attempts to keep us sane

This is my body this is my blood

He says without words as he offers up his pain

This is my body this is my blood

She says without words as she tells us the end is near

This is my body this is my blood

He says without words as he sheds a tear

This is my body this is my blood

She says without words as she tells him  goodbye

This is my body this is my blood

He says without words as he closes his eyes one final time