The Dance Into

We contain the bread and the wine.
More than symbols,
the grain and the fruit contain us.
Whether we sweat from  
the work of our labor or from
the sweet mingling of our love,
both contain the reality of suffering.
The pressed or shredded elements
of creation make holy the communion
of souls tonight at the altar.
Do not let your heart say, No.
Rather, dance your way into 
the realm of further complexity.