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 there to see,
As if risen from out of eternity.

His Sacred Body there raised,
Is honored to be and praised...
Appearing wheaten white,
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.

Flesh, from the eye is hidden,
Yet to gaze on 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.  Yet it requires
trust and belief on our part, and commands deep respect.

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