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It is said of life in the flesh that you are what you eat. So it is with life in the spirit:

To eat His flesh, and to drink His blood,
Is to become broken bread and poured out wine;
To eat His flesh, and to drink His blood,
Is to consume His righteousness,
And thereby become the sons of God;
To eat His flesh, and to drink His blood,
Is to partake of His holiness,
And thereby become the priests of God;
To eat His flesh, and drink His blood,
Is to be filled with His glory,
And thereby become the call of God;
To eat His flesh, and drink His blood,
Is to be consumed by His love,
And thereby become the hand of God.

A Distinctive Loveliness

Light is sown steadily,
Within the righteous:
A seemless, sequential,
Laying of seed;
That the garden
He has prepared,
Is never without flora
In radiant bloom;
They build, and amplify,
One, upon another,
In invitive succession;
Adorning each new dawn,
With its own
Distinctive loveliness.