Promising and new, what did you hope for us as we took turns sharing you?
Your body was our bread
Your blood was our wine
We didn’t need Sunday school to know that our connection was blessed and divine
We were no exception to the rule of threes – each one so different from the last – what did you imagine we would turn out to be?
You thank God, but I thank Science that we learned the dialogue of the stars before being pushed into a world where there are no Zions
Sundays were once for God, but now I reserve them for you
Living proof of the cosmos
Boundless and true