Bread of life,
we break your body,
tearing you to pieces,
allotting our own portions.

Bread of life,
we crack your crust,
scattering you in crumbs,
serving our own desires.

Our hands raise you up,
clench and pull.
Our eyes watch you
split and rip in our grasp.

One loaf, offered for many,
one loaf, one body,
both crust and flesh,
broken and bleeding.

Bread of life,
making us whole,
forgiving all our sins,
you feed us.

Bread of life,
broken and in crumbs,
suffering for our desires,
you die for us.

David M. Frye
April 9, 2009
Denton, Neb.