Alice Schultze
A poem of of faith
Quietly
The spirit of You has come to sit with me
At this table.
How pale you are in death Beloved,
But healthy.
No pain or blood or scars.
My God’s seen fit to answer my prayer
To meet once more
On earth.
He has provided this miracle,
This healed whole miracle of You,
My Love,
My bread and wine.
~Alice Schultze