Photo by Josh Applegate on Unsplash, for the Day 8 prompt, revisited.

—
Sanctify
my body as I pray;
with clasped hands,
bowed head, kneeling
here, before this altar
of remembering.

I come
for the broken bread,
blessed, become
shredded body. And wine
in urn, become blood,
spilt forty times
but one.

Sin seethes
beneath the surface
of this body, this flesh
from earth descended,
unravelling like a thread
roughly yanked from
frayed yarn.

Verbum caro, panem verum
I seek the redemption
in your flayed flesh.
Sanctify this body
As I pray.