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Poem – wine

Every day I eat a handful of grapes.
They are fermenting in me
making wine
in my blood.

The bread of my life
is laid out before you.

How many communion wafers
do you have to eat
to become the Body of Christ?
What is the half life of Jesus?

How long does it take
to know
I’m already
ready,
already
enough?

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