Beautiful Dust

No one may see God and live. 

But here on the mountaintop the veil lifts,

Seventy-odd souls feast upon sapphire radiance.

They peer over heaven’s footstool.

Eternity enters history.

A carpenter on a hill breaks bread, 

Some 5,000 souls eat five loaves and two fish. 

They know only their hunger.

The the beginning of all months.

The firstborn of creation pours out wine,

Twelve fishers of men recline at the table.

This communion raises only questions.

Body and blood split the veil .

The resurrected King lays a table,

For the multitude of the destitute and undeserving. 

Now they see him, now they rejoice.