Wafer Thin I came across a wafer church, celebrated Christ’s passover with crusty bread, no wine. Abstains from His Spirit, remembers Christ as dried bread wafer thin, no memory of the grape. Transfixed alone on doctrine, its vocation dulled like mouldy bread. No flowering of this vine. I moved on, found vineyards amidst fields of wheat, where heaven’s glory entwines earth’s feet. Celebrated Christ’s presence with bread and wine. © Craig A Roberts, 2021
