Poem
Hope for Peter
A poem
When I was foolish and starving
He said, “eat my body, it is for you.”
When I was ignorant and thirsty
He said, “drink my blood, it is for you.”
When I was wayward and confused
He said, “take my Spirit, it is for you.”
When I was dishonorable and exposed
He said, “Come and have breakfast with me.”
Cover image by Nicholas Barbaros
