Communion

By Fannie Griffin

The moon dissolves,
A communion wafer
On the tongue of morning.

The sun melts,
Fresh butter spread
On noonday bread.

Evening tips the cup,
Rose, burgundy, and gold.
Refreshment for the soul.

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