Corpus Christi . . .

Liturgy

Irene Zimmerman SSSF

All the way to Elizabeth

and in the months afterward

she wove him, pondering,

"this is my body, my blood!

"Beneath the watching eyes

of donkey, ox, and sheep

she rocked him crooning

"this is my body, my blood!"

In the search for her young lost boy

and the foreboding day of his leaving

she let him go , knowing

"This is my body, my blood!"

Under the blood smeared cross

she rocked his mangled bones,

re-membering him, moaning,

"This is my body, my blood!"

When darkness, stones , and tomb

bloomed to Easter morning,

She ran to him shouting,

"this is my body, my blood!"

And no one thought to tell her:

"Woman, it is not fitting

for you to say those words.

You don't resemble him."