The Eucharistic Moon

moon, rising round in the east,
Resembles a Host, in the hands of a priest;
It's l
ike the Lord is elevated to see,
As if risen from out of eternity.

The Eucharistic Christ,
Who was beaten, nailed and sacrificed ...
At the hands of men, He suffered thus:
To redeem our kind and elevate us.

Appearing there in wheaten white,
It's like He shines to us in the night!

In rays of lunar light,
It's easier for us see,
Not like the sun so blazing bright
But softer, for sight of you and me.

Flesh, from the eye is hidden,
Yet to gaze upon Him we
're bidden.     ― John Riedell

The poem expresses the Real Presence, yet the reality is sort of veiled,
making it easier for us to receive in Communion.  Still it requires
trust and belief on our part, and commands deep respect.

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