Now you are multiplied --
   we are your fingers and your feet,
   your tender heart -- we
   are your broken side.

   Take now, and crumble small,
   and cast our human flesh on
   the world's waters, your contemporary
   Shewbread. Feed us
   to more than five thousand women and men,
   and in our dark, daily flood of living,
   pour yourself out again.

from Luci Shaw, "The Partaking"