Every Friday during Lent, <br />in every linoleum-floored diner <br />in every blue-highwayed town, <br />The Last Supper is re-enacted. <br /> <br /> <br />During the ritual of The Holy <br />Fish Fry, whoever picks up the check <br />becomes Jesus. <br /> <br /> <br />The flesh of a leviathan haddock <br />is mystically transformed into <br />the fragments of a star. <br /> <br /> <br />God has kissed the feet <br />of beggars, and the homeless <br />suddenly take flight through <br />the sky like magnolia blossoms. <br /> <br /> <br />Life now flows pure as a song, <br />as smooth and perfect as a dream. <br />Now, everyone at the table realizes <br />that the wounds which will not heal <br />are what makes them whole.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-of-amazing-things/
