On our knees –
head tilted,
chin touching wood,
those eye’s of a priest –
God to a child.
We open our mouth –
let the body
of Christ melt on
our tongue.
We were warned
not to chew,
bite
or spit out a a small
white disk –
a bit of bread, and
a sip of wine.
Back to the pew,
third to the right
where nuns
click once to kneel, and
twice to stand.
We close our eyes
tilt our heads and wait –
wait for God
to disintergrate.
Nancy Duci Denofio
(c)2010 all rights reserved
published in “What Brought You Here?”