rising round in the east,
Host, in the hands of a priest;
It's like the Lord
is elevated there to see,
As if risen from out of eternity.
His Sacred Body there raised,
Is honored to be and praised...
It's Jesus in the night!
In rays of lunar light,
He'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 on 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. Yet it requires
trust and belief on our part, and commands deep respect.
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