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AT HER EUCHARIST by Becky Crigger


This poem was written in honor of Reverend Cynthia Bourgeault, Episcopal priest and mystic…

On the last day of a week-long Wisdom School with Cynthia in Valle Crucis, North Carolina, we celebrated the Eucharist in an apple barn. Our time in Wisdom School was modeled after the Benedictine Monastic order, and we spent our days praying and working alone and together and honoring the sacred silence in the evenings. The retreat center at Valle Crucis was formerly the very first Anglican monastery in the United States.
At Her Eucharist



Her grey rugged clothes and navy cap

Invite me into priestly authenticity.

There are no robes here tonight

No stained glass or pews.

Just a dimly lit red barn at the bottom of a hill,

A circle of chairs framing a small wooden table

Set with bread and wine, body and blood.

A drum and singing bowl, small bouquet of flowers.



Her hardened hands circle the cup

Calling me to this gift

Asking me to be emptied, to be ready.

"Leave all things that you have,

Come and follow me."

The drum is quiet as we stand,

Grows louder as we turn.

Turning and turning, backwards in time.



She holds the bread and speaks to us.

What is this language as we prepare the feast?

A conversation, not a creed

An intimacy, not a routine.

My legs begin to shake as one by one

We make our way to her table

Taking the bread, breaking it in our hands

Lifting the cup, drinking it in our time.



I feel the tears warm my face

As my knees graze the dusty floor,

My interlaced fingers trembling

As I imagine Saint Teresa on the stone

Weeping in her newfound devotion.

In the stillness the moment ceases.

Time is all, all is time.

He is here.


Becky Crigger is a yoga teacher and yoga therapist, as well as a spiritual seeker who finds truth and passion in the many mystical traditions of world religions. She owns a yoga studio in her hometown of Blacksburg, Virginia and is currently discerning a call to the priesthood in the Episcopal Church. You may visit Becky at her yoga studio, "In Balance Yoga Studio" here, on facebook here, or contact her via e-mail: mcdanielbecky@hotmail.com 





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