Broken

This is a meditative poem written by a friend of mine. She read it during communion last Sunday.

Broken

Have you ever actually looked at the bread as it’s being broken?

Hear the crack of the crust
as what once was whole
becomes fractured
then split open

Can you see the way the fibres cling together,
until they are torn apart,
… kind of like sinews

And now there are pieces,
Jagged-edged remnants
that barely resemble the original form

Have you ever looked at the wine as it’s being poured?

Look at the rich, red colour,
vibrant and full of life,
the way it flows freely,
abundantly even

Have you ever noticed how just one drop
can mark something (or someone) for life?


Jodie McCarthy 2004