Psonnets of Friendship
Mass with a Poor Priest

I pour one cup of wine and break the bread.
His Body has been broken, His Blood poured,
and now our lives are hidden with our Lord.
But is this not enough? When we are dead,
then we with hidden manna will be fed,
and houses heavenly have treasures stored
more than this cup and plate I can afford
to serve what we may take as we feel led.
My sanctuary are these trees and grass.
A rock has been my prayer rail and my pew.
No gold or silver, precious stone or brass
have I to serve this bread and wine for two,
but I have love and hope and faith this Mass
presents His Body and His Blood to you.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org