Holy man, the expression on your face!
While I see only a white wafer round,
It’s no less than Christ that your hands embrace.
In priestly raiment, your sacred Spouse found,
Love swells and is held high; the Father sees
Whom escapes the senses of the earthbound.
This is Jesus! I pray while on my knees,
Here is Jesus! I shout without a sound.
To feel the Victim; Martyr of truth felt;
Granting His presence, Love theopneustic.
With clamor, the congregation knelt,
The Epiclesis breathed the Eucharistic!
Present by grace? no, He Himself dwelt:
Our true God, sensible, and realistic!
Gary Edward Geraci
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