On Remembrance

This bread and wine; a gift I give to you:

A history of me sent forth in time

with something that perishes– all things do,

something passed on from me to you.

The ideals and symbols ever shall remain,

but followers will wax and followers will wane.

I give you this symbol–when blest, a bit of me

so may you always remember

who it was that set you free.

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