Communion: the body and blood of Jesus
A door, no, a portal opens before me
Bright light shines; it draws me in
Red roses are everywhere
Their sweet fragrance fills my nostrils
As I walk forward, these roses surround me
Following me as I journey onward
Another door appears before me
I open it – everything seems to disappear
Yet, there is so much light
Again, it draws me forward
This time before me is the Cross
I find in my hand a cup, and I sit
Beneath the Cross holding the cup
In stillness, I sit, and then a red drop falls
A drop of blood is in the cup
More and more drops go into the cup
I am astonished; I look up
Jesus is there on that Cross – dying
With every drop of blood
He becomes more ashen
Tears fall freely from my eyes
I lean against the Cross, weeping
Transported to another place
In my garden, the garden of my heart
Sitting and pondering while holding the cup
Jesus comes up to me and sits beside me
He shows me the wounds on each wrist
He leans over to me and kisses me on the cheek
Pointing towards the cup, he says
“This is my life poured out for you.
Drink it. Know that I am with you forever.”
He gazes into my very being and says,
“I love you.”
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