Image: Sudie Blanchard
The Feast of the Windblown Wafers
No, it wasn’t really a feast day.
It was Lent. Mid-Lent.
It was cold—New England cold—
Brilliant sun, bitter chill and windy.
But it felt like a feast day
After a year-long fast from
Our regular Sunday gatherings,
We were meeting again
On the first day of the week
To share the Body of Christ
With the Body of Christ!
We were all still masked, in the parking lot.
Alas, several precious featherlight wafers
Fell victim to the wind.
But there were tears
And there was joy
As we shared Jesus and each other.
No it wasn’t really a feast day,
But like a single yellow crocus spotted
Peeping from last year’s dead leaves,
This chilly gathering held the promise of
More feasts, more joy to come.
– Sudie Blanchard