THE FIRST SUPPER
As above so below
In a life between lives
I sit at a table of light
Set like Da Vinci’s last supper
A table of light lined with people of light
The one in the center the brightest of light
Takes a knife all of light and cuts an arm all of light
The slice of his flesh drips red with his blood
(the only color in the picture of light)
To each at this table he offers
The gift of his flesh to the people of light
(the only color in the picture of light)
One by one they have a choice
not a last supper, but a first
By accepting the gift of his flesh
(the only color in the picture of light)
They come to this Earth
their own gifts to give