For so long, I have been affected

by heavy lots of pain and sufferings,

as if a fee were due for being alive.

Sometimes I revolt and get nervous,

sometimes I resign myself to Destiny.

Last evening, having dinner at the table,

I could not avoid pouring abundant tears,

which washed my hands and my bread.

So, I remembered the Last Supper, where

Our Lord had blessed the bread with wine,

leaving it as consecrated leavening to endure

coming days and times of beloved humanity.

I ate this bread, seasoned by salty hot tears,

with the joy of the righteous,

and, conscious of the miracle of the moment,

I also ate and put an end to the lack of faith.

First published in Whispers, August 02, 2016.

http://www.whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com

Published in Spirit Fire Review, August 27 2016.

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Nominated by Spirit Fire Review for The Pushcart Prize 2016.