rising round in the east,
Host, in the hands of a priest;
As if it's elevated there to see,
From out of the depth of eternity.
Shines with its lunar light.
Lo liken it to,
the Euch'ristic Christ,
The One so beaten, and sacrificed!
And suffer'd and died, so cruelly thus:
To redeem our kind
―and elevate us.
The moon with its rays of
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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