The Morsel

Easter poem

The Morsel

A piece of bread
    torn from the loaf
Exists separately
    no longer part of the whole.

It has a solitary purpose
    complete in itself
    not passed over
Held closely, protected
    until the fullness of time
When it is dipped and released
    at the final feast
Broken for one,
    not for all
Given only to the intimate one
    who must go quickly
To do what he must do.

When Satan’s treacherous leaven
    had fully risen,
Judas Iscariot accepted
    the chosen morsel
And went out into the night.

A piece of bread
    torn from the loaf
Exists separately,
    no longer part of the whole.

—Shelley A. Soceka