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What is more common than these
pale unleavened machine-made wafers?
They are dry, nearly tasteless.
Yet, when they are put
into our hands at communion,
we are told they are the
Body of Christ, the bread of heaven.
How is something so ordinary
identified with God?
How is it that we of all people
are asked to take and eat,
we who are made from ashes?

Photo of a lay eucharistic minister's hands and her painted nails
at the Episcopal Church of Saints Andrew and Matthew, Wilmington, Delaware.

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Comments from readers

Lucia wrote:
I love this picture. It's a happy life: the bread of life, and the hands of a very special person who is loving life. A treasure indeed.

Ron wrote:
Great photo Danny! I have never seen an embossed print on the wafer. It makes me think of the many possibilities [for my printmaking].

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