A one in a million gift of holy communion.
Already a winner in more ways than won.
Breaking out of my cell to go forth and multiply.
Against all the odds of smoke and drink. And lesser known ignorance.
But surrounded by instinctive love. Godly by design.
Kept in the dark. From the light of the world.
To become viable. Enviable. Unbelievable.
With miracle eyes. Sensuous fingertips. Defender spleen.
Blood shared for me. Freely given. But costly, indeed.
This is her body. Given for you.
That you might become somebody.
The gift that keeps on giving.
Guided by a Force I did not understand.
Into a world I still don’t. I cry. I scream. I wail.
And take the slaps that take my breath away.
I did not choose life. Life chose me. Hallelujah! Amen.
Barry Sloan, 27th December 2024
