lapsed lutheran

i dreamt of taking communion...something i haven't done for over 20 years.

the thumbed cross on my forehead;
chalky wafer steeped in dry wine that stings my nose.

a moment of peace, solidarity, reflection.

i walked out of the sanctuary with a communion wafer filled baggie.

they were all pre-wined and, somehow, puffed up. like cheese curls. 

i munched happily on them as i walked...it all seemed perfectly normal...

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