Sacramental Sonnet I, Bread

From dust of earth, the flesh of man was formed
By breathing Word, to breathe and till the earth;
The ground, now ploughed and watered, bears the corn
To feed the last, but highest of her birth.

On manna, dusty desert people fed,
The bread of heaven stilled their fleshly moans;
Yet to the dust returned their bodies dead,
Unsated still, though filled, creation groans.

Upon the threshing floor, the grain is thrashed
Until the husk is split and carried off;
Then hammered on the wooden mortar, smashed,
And watered, shaped, and baked into one loaf.

Friends, take and eat, the Bread of Heaven feeds
The Body, formed of Abrahamic Seeds.