Candy floss dreams that drop
To pew ahead, behind.
Sticking there unseen
And closing hymn announced,
Bumps along to Invitation.

Table-talk. He is here - or there
As some like saints have thought,
In wafer, bread and cup
Body, blood again alive.

If grace can squeeze once more
Through wonder-crack that breaks the now
Of pew ahead or rack behind
So maybe here, pray God, again.

L. Barber