The Eucharistic Moon

moon, rising round in the east,
Resembles a Host, in the hands of a priest;
t's elevated there to see,
From out of the depth of eternity.

And o'er the world its wheaten white,
Shines forth with its lunar light.

Lo liken it to, the Euch'ristic Christ,
The One so cruelly beaten, and sacrificed!
And suffer'd and died, so terribly thus:
To redeem our kind, to elevate us.

The moon with its rays of lesser light,
Makes it easier, to look upon and see;
Not like the sun so blazing bright
But softer, for sight of you and me.

Flesh, from our human eye is hidden,
Yet to gaze on Jesus nigh, we
're bidden.     ― 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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