Fiesta of Flesh
You flesh became bread of afliction
Your blood became wine of libation
Drink of redemption
Manna from Heaven
A feast in the wilderness
Spread out for your own
The vacancy inside our gut is filled with holy bread
The parched lips and dried up streams by living water fed
The food and drink of common men
The sustinence that saves from sin.
Pour yourselves into the broken vessel
Seal the cracks within my broken cisterns
The rock was smitten in the desert
And the fountains have poured forth
So I will eat and I will drink
I'll covenant a well to sink
Within the pastures of your flesh
Your body and blood leave me refreshed.
I will feed at your table
I will shun the blood of Abel
For a better dring that you provide
The blood that was poured out from your bleeding side…
A banquest not of leviathan
But of the substance of the son of Man.
You flesh became bread of afliction
Your blood became wine of libation
Drink of redemption
Manna from Heaven
A feast in the wilderness
Spread out for your own
Anthony Foster
August 12, 2002