Arms outstretched waiting to receive
The holy food and drink of new life.
Receiving does not end at the rail,
We are to bring it out into the world.
Once we have received we bless others
Who wait with arms outstretched
Waiting for some sort of blessing,
Waiting for some crumb of kindness.
Where is our feast?
It not only takes place in the sacred space
But in the world beyond the doors,
Out on the streets and in the alleys.
This is where Jesus fed, lived,
Blessed all who would come to him.
Do we ever see the faces who come
To us or do we just pass by hoping
Someone else will do the dirty work of love.
Because we don't feed, it only happens at the rail.