The Hoofs of Pegasus

Chapter 8: SACRAMENT

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About This Book

A collection of short lyrical poems that weave mythic and religious imagery with intimate observations of nature and interior feeling. Many pieces draw on classical figures and Renaissance art, while others reflect domestic scenes, sleep, music, and sacrament; recurrent motifs include night and light, birds, water, and ritual. Voice shifts between contemplative reverie and pastoral detail, exploring longing, faith, and creative impulse. The sequence moves through imagistic vignettes—moonlit meadows, bathing maidens, sacramental harvests, and dreams—linking private emotion to larger spiritual and mythical resonances.

SACRAMENT

AS up and down the fields I went, The fields of trembling wheat, Under the high blue heavens of June In summer’s poppied heat, I worked at homely common tasks Sharp stubble ’neath my feet. But I was not alone; I knew A comradeship most sweet.

For as I gathered up the sheaves And bound the heavy grain, One whispered: “Yea, the world needs Food; Hungry it goes, and fain Am I to be its Bread, and give My Body for its pain. For this I lay in the dark earth Through sun and singing rain.”

Into the vineyard I was sent, There One was keeping tryst. I cut the grapes—how beautiful Their bloomy amethyst! He said “This is my Blood, the Wine Poured for the world, ye wist. In wheat and grape ye work with me To make my Eucharist.”