The Crumbs Of Humility


The bread was broken

Torn to shreds in memory

We all share the grief


Water turned to wine

The future turned on its head

The gods turned their backs


One cup was not passed

One man cried, but not in vain

The Son felt the weight


Choice-less awareness

Willingly allowing this

Nothing left to lose


Leave it all behind!

Thieves? No longer bothersome

Rust? Not a problem


Worldly matters cease

The Son can shine without you

But you without Him?