Mind emptied.
Tabernacle full.
Body of Christ.
I stand before it.
Mindless motions
that I
have performed
an uncounted
number of times.
'Hoc est enim'
I mutter in
time honoured fashion.
They line up like soldiers.
Eyes embraced with
words I have given them to say.
'Corpus Christi; Corpus Christi; Corpus Christi.'
Over and over until the last one has
returned to his place in the choral filled building.
They see me as the symbol of God.
Make the sign of the cross.
Bless them.
Bless me.
Renew me Jesus.
remind me
Hey Chris What a subject what a poem As time allows I will read your work. It has been worth it thus far
wowwwwwwww a lovely poem I think you are referring to the Holy Communion good write thanks for sharing -10 anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Renew me Jesus, remind me that the bread I receive is you, indeed Corpus CHristi