Day Thirty-Six

Day thirty-six into 

The quarantine. Faulty 

Assumptions I know on 

My part. You clearly, You're 

Not here Lord. Or would You 

Really leave me like this?

Intentionally dry? 

Look, He's God, OK. He 

Could be equally present 

With me as I watch on 

My living room TV 

As on the altar in 

The church, right? I mean He 

Could because He's God. Or 

Does human thought constrain 

Our Lord, hold our Lord hostage, 

Point us where He is or 

Isn't present? I’ve even 

Heard someone say that our 

Lord suffers being trampled 

Upon. Apparently 

Trapped in a crumb of the 

Eucharist, He falls to 

The floor as a result 

Of the Church allowing 

The faithful to receive 

Him in their hands during 

Mass. Really? As if it's 

Irreverent to believe 

That our Lord is not to 

Be consigned by fate to 

Reside left in a crumb.

Infinitely intelligent 

And omnipresent and 

Omniscient – yet to remain 

In a crumb? A prisoner 

Of a crumb? Afterall, 

A crumb is a crumb, not a Crumb. 

Likely, unacceptable

Lord. Perhaps of greater 

Wonder would be to question 

The unintentionally 

Displaced Eucharistic 

Particle. When does it 

Stop being the Body 

Of our Lord? I'd speculate 

That it would be nearly 

Instantaneously. 

The Lord who speaks matter 

Into existence, dare 

I say, would not be held 

An inmate to substance

No longer signifying

Graces of the sacrament. 

Is it erroneous 

For me to believe 

Christ on the TV screen, 

Because He's Christ, is just 

As present here in my 

Living room as Christ IS 

In the Eucharist on 

The altar of our church, 

When I'm sitting in the 

Pew just ten feet away? 

Yet this longing in my 

Heart goes unsatisfied. 

Gary Edward Geraci