by Mary Harwell Sayler
Why did you doubt
the real live blood that sprouted
from Christ’s side and bloomed
in the room where you gathered –
a bouquet of wine
Could you not see the pores
opened, aching for you, always
to be, not beside yourself,
His side lay bare to let you in,
so enter now. Come round His side
and worship Him again.
© 2012, Mary Harwell Sayler, all rights reserved. This poem first saw print in a 1998 issue of Central Florida Episcopalian and later in Mary’s book of Bible-based poetry, Outside Eden, published in 2014 by Kelsay Books.