The Smell of Grace (Communion)

I smelled the blood today,
But it did not smell like blood.
The concord sweetness filled my eager nostrils,
Sweetness that conquered my heart long ago and still.

I lift the silver lid.
The wafting vapors whisper,
Sweet whisper of love,
Incomprehensible sacrifice,
Overwhelming lavishment,
The taste of fruit undeserved and luscious,
Crushed
That I might smell,
That I might taste,
That I might absorb to utter saturation,
Love, infinite and inexhaustible.

I thirst no more and yet ever.

©2013 Bob Mason