The Supper (Sonnet 8)

A sonnet written on the Mass and how memory keeps one alive.

The sacred blood once spilt lies in a glass;
a body now upon the alter lies
and vests itself as bread, now, in disguise—
transformed by mem’ry’s power at the mass.
The story told all darkness can surpass
and back to life return the lamb that dies
for all the sins of man. Forever cries
that blessèd one to see his world, alas,
fall into sin for lack of love and care
and berk to help the poor that to him cry
as He, a poor man too, amongst them dwelt.
He sought the Father in us all to share
and make us for each other glad to die,
for no love greater than this can be felt.