Communion

by Rob Hardy

There’s no bread.

The bakers have gone into hiding. 

The seats at the table are empty.

The Twelve are marching with the thousands.

The streets are filled with a new song.

Only Judas sits at Target Plaza, counting his silver, while Pontius Pilate issues a carefully-worded statement.

Meanwhile the centurions have quotas to fill.

But out on the streets there’s a Communion.

Jesus takes the city in his hands and says,

“This is my body, broken for you.”

Rob Hardy

2nd February, 2026