Here’s a sonnet reflecting on the experience of receiving the sacrament of Holy communion which i post to mark the ancient feast of Corpus Christi. As usual you can hear the sonnet by clicking the ‘play’ button or following the link to Audioboo
This bread is light, dissolving, almost air,
A little visitation on my tongue,
A wafer-thin sensation, hardly there.
This taste of wine is brief in flavour, flung
A moment to the palate’s roof and fled,
Even its aftertaste a memory.
Yet this is how He comes. Through wine and bread
Love chooses to be emptied into me.
He does not come in unimagined light
Too bright to be denied, too absolute
For consciousness, too strong for sight,
Leaving the seer blind, the poet mute,
Chooses instead to seep into each sense,
To dye himself into experience.