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Sacrament (Free verse) by Dovina

On the night she was betrayed She took bread and broke it And said, this is my body Broken by you. And after pouring wine She said, this is my blood Spilled for the remission Of your guilt. As often as she does this She does it In remembrance of him.

Dovina 15-Jul-04/7:32 PM
I presume you call it sick because it is based on the Scripture of the Last Supper as recorded in the four Gospels. Frankly, I worried that some people would see it as belittling those accounts. I hoped to show the woman’s personal understanding and connection with that event, and through her own suffering, how she came to understand the way He symbolized his to his friends. I was intentionally ambiguous, leaving room for several interpretations. You have seen and reacted to one of them. I hope it will not be the only one as you reread it and try to understand my position.




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