We gather in the name of Christ to eat,
but leave the main course in the kitchen fridge.
A little sip of truth is all we need,
and then the fun—a table of desserts
with the coolest toppings—imitation sin,
all the flavor sans the toxins, so
the label said. We laugh and eat and say
we’re full, but I am faint from hungering.
They say this fellowship is God’s design,
but I think His heart was broken with the bread.