Published on: March 26th, 2010
The Morsel
an Easter poem
Published in:
Living Worship
A piece of bread
torn from the loaf
Exists separately
no longer part of the whole.
It has a solitary purpose
complete in itself
not passed over
Held closely, protected
until the fullness of time
When it is dipped and released
at the final feast
Broken for one,
not for all
Given only to the intimate one
who must go quickly
To do what he must do.
When Satan’s treacherous leaven
had fully risen,
Judas Iscariot accepted
the chosen morsel
And went out into the night.
A piece of bread
torn from the loaf
Exists separately,
no longer part of the whole.
—Shelley A. Soceka
