I missed You yesterday‚Ä¶.and the week before.
The world‚Äôs things intervened: a computer snag,
no time to have it fixed except on Sunday morning,
the week before it was a late Saturday night.
No excuses. I miss the comfort of the wine,
‚ÄúThe cup of salvation,‚Äù and the wafer,
‚ÄúThe bread of life.‚Äù
I miss Your words in the stained glass
above the altar, ‚ÄúMy peace I give you.‚Äù
Please, forgive me‚Ä¶..
even as I know I am forgiven.
The loss is mine.