eat me.

eat me.

Jesus said it.

eat my flesh: he urged it, beseeched it.

because without it, he said, we will not live . . .

eat me. then.

deplete me of everything.

drain me.

in this moment, what more have i to offer?

for i only have this moment to offer it.

else i’m gone, turned to dust.

elemental once again.

but now. i tell you: eat me.

use me up.

i haven’t things. nothing of shape or physical dimension.

it’s not bread or wine

it isn’t even eternal life

eat me, he said, for i can lift you up. and maybe that’s all he really meant.

to live, to be nourished is to live…

…with decency.

…with faith in the decency of fellow earthlings

…with the grace to evoke dignity in others

anger begets anger.

hate begets hate.

there is only one way.

Love. Love the idea of life.

Love all ALL of the animals. The sea. The air.

Wind and rain. Snow and sleet.

The moon. The sun. Clouds in dusky sky.

Rain, grass, silver snail trails,

and the people in our lives.

eat me then. i would gladly let go

to leave something left for those who follow

for those who ever after shall follow us . . .