Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

 What is the true meaning of the symbolic meal at the heart of their worship that Christians call Communion or The Lord’s Supper?  One way of getting at it is to ponder all the meanings that can be attached to one sentence: “The King of Kings provides the feast.”



Hatred is the hunger fed;

Fear can make the mighty pine.

Plaited briars crush the head;

Splinters grate against the spine.

For the ruler and the priest,

The King of kings provides the feast.


Ravenous revenge is sped;

The demons gain their dark design:

Drawn by livid lines of red,

Gnats and flies descend to dine.

For the angel and the beast,

The King of kings provides the feast.

The hands are clenched, the arms are spread,

The knees are twisted out of line;

The blood congeals, the breath is fled,

The body is to dust consigned.

Earth’s appetite has never ceased:

The King of kings provides the feast.


The Seed descends into its bed,

Out of sight and out of mind.

The world is turning overhead;

The rain will fall, the sun will shine.

From the grain of corn deceased,

The King of kings provides the feast.

Brought to focus in the bread,

Freely flowing in the wine:

Drawn by living lines they’ve read,

The sinner-saints ascend to dine.

For the greatest and the least,

The King of kings provides the feast.

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Donald T. Williams, PhD