We are eucharist

We are eucharist

We are eucharist 150 150 Robert Alan Rife

You and I – we are eucharist.
We are the slow quench and
burn of wine made well from
flaming water.

We are from yeast – all that nourishes
made perfect in a moment,
but only after stealing a well-oiled
gaze into the mouth of dreams.

We are the holy cloth, drawn lightly
upon the lip of the cup, still damp
from shared spittle and wine-made blood.
It is the kiss of the saints
blended well in silver,
refined, reflective.

In the comfortable day, boasting
hours poured into containers shaped by
mystery, there can be no other.
Only a thin breeze of moments –
under your fingers.


Dedicated to my lover and friend of almost 30 years – my wife, Rae Kenny. 


Robert Alan Rife

My friends think me complicated. My employer thinks me talented but at times, troublesome. God, and my wife see me as I am - a philosopher-poet with a rather circuitous journey of life and faith, the music and worship minister at Yakima Covenant Church, a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, poet and writer. I am a graduate from Spring Arbor University with an M.A. in Spiritual Formation and Leadership. These poems, and my life, are dedicated to those places where life, liturgy, theology and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation – who we are becoming. Join me on this journey to word-land. Maybe we'll find each other there and share a story or two.

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