NaPoWriMo 7

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Afikomen

I’d never thought of it before,
but then I had no reason to—
I’m not a Jew
but have been grafted in,
and the Yachutz is something new for me.
I marvel at their unbelief,
until you whisper softly that my eyes
weren’t opened by myself.

This is Your body,
beaten, bruised,
striped and pierced for me,
now broken, wrapped
in white linen
and hidden from view.
Only later are you revealed,
the substitute for the Paschal lamb,
and I take and eat
in remembrance of You.

Patti McCarty 2009

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