Communion Poem by Fiona Sampson

Communion

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If I'm you, or you me—
Interpenetrating God—
enlarge our intimacy.

You who are animus
and blood—
who make me dust

from this table
blown into grass,
invisible—

Is it you—or I—
I pass
and cannot see?

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