Steady Hand Guides

Take this bread it’s my body

Drink this wine it’s my blood

Extend a trembling hand snatched away,

stirring up dust in a darkened space

lying behind creaking doors

rotting off their hinges

Offered in intervals bounded in service,

like sponges soaking saturation,

seedlings nurtured turning earth,

or bile regurgitated in sickness

from seething parasite

Returns remain in question

Matt Mauldin
9/2017
Santa Barbara, CA