rising round in the east,
Host, in the hands of a priest;
As if elevated there to see,
From out of the depth of eternity.
Shines through the human night.
We may liken it to
the Eucharist Christ,
The Beaten One that we sacrificed!
Who suffer'd from sin so cruelly thus:
To redeem our kind
―and elevate us.
The moon with its rays of lunar light,
Makes it easier, to look upon and see;
Not like the sun so blazing bright,
But softer, for sight of you and me.
His Flesh, from our human eye
Yet to gaze on Jesus nigh, we're
― John Riedell
The poem expresses the Real Presence, yet
its 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 a deep regard and respect.
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