The holy bread, the food unpriced

Here's a poem for Good Friday  by John Masefield:

From “The Everlasting Mercy”

O Christ who holds the open gate,

O Christ who drives the furrow straight,

O Christ the plough, O Christ the laughter

Of holy white birds flying after,

Lo, all my heart’s field red and torn,

And thou wilt bring the young green corn,

The young green corn divinely springing,

The young green corn forever singing;

And when the field is fresh and fair

Thy blessed feet shall glitter there.

And we will walk the weeded field,

And tell the golden harvest’s yield,

The corn that makes the holy bread

By which the soul of man is fed,

The holy bread, the food unpriced,

Thy everlasting mercy, Christ.

 

John Masefield