A cups poem. A prayer.

You, Jesus, praised the giving of a cup of cold water.

But you--you poured out a cup of blood.

The cup of salvation.

Your life's blood.

And you gave your body. Broken bread.

The holy meal enabling me to give

whatever you ask of me.

Help! Please help me!
First, and foremost,

help me take time to eat.
And drink deep.

And grow.

Not grow so tall,

but grow roots

deep in your waters.
Living water.

Water you give.

To live. To stretch.

To give.

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