Bread and Wine

Hoc est enim corpus mei (for this is my body).

Oh, borrow my tiredness,
young girl, young boy,
and wrap it in your hair like garlands,
take it as a kiss
and feel it upon your lips.

Hic est enim calix sanguinis mei (for this is the chalice of my blood).

Oh, borrow these aches,
young girl, young boy,
and make them into the spring of your lithe bodies,
the laughter of heart and the chuckle of soul.
We who are the children, eternal and free,
the unborn, beyond false grace,
who claim back an immortality
beyond the burnt offerings of time and space.

Hoc est enim corpus mei. Hic est emin calix sanguinis mei.

Then share my joy,
young girl, young boy,
that we might sing a love supreme,
that we might dance the dance of life
and feel the promise of our dreams.

Et verbum caro factum est (and the word was made of flesh).

And the word was made of flesh.