rising round in the east,
Host, in the hands of a priest;
It's like 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.
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.
His Flesh, from the eye
Yet to gaze upon Him we're
― 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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