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

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