Silent hands stretch forward hungrily
With a damaged mind trembling
In anticipation of what was
In a life given and gone,
While another shuffles with perceptible tread
In hypoglycaemic hope,
Waiting to snap up the bread of life 
That is cake baked in a brand new oven;
Coffee slurped from an angled chalice,
Its sweetness exceeding that of wine
Yet spilt as blood, shed,
Un-wiped and left to dry;
Our means of salvation revealed,
Expressed in the simplicity of love.
Willett House
November 2015

To Iona and Fred Rainer, who often share these experiences with us,.