Friday, May 1, 2020

The Last Supper as Takeout - poem

Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

The Last Supper as Takeout

The command, after all, was Take, eat; not Take, understand.

-C. S. Lewis, Letters to Malcolm

His Grace the Bishop has given his blessing
To a drive-through Eucharist on Saturday night
From six to six-thirty in the parking lot
While maintaining distance and decorum

Maybe

With creamers, sweeteners, paper napkins, plastic straws,
Salt, pepper, sporks, and our super-secret sauce
In a paper sack bearing as a motto
A sentiment left over from last year’s Earth Day

Well, I will go and take and eat, not understand –
A little humility is always in order

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