Eucharistic Adoration Poem by Jacob Bearer

Kneeling in the wooden pew,
before the gold monstrance,
the 'Tantum Ergo' catches me away,
and I am swallowed by the Body
by the Host, so terrifyingly near,
as close as the bum on Bratenahl,
washing the dirt from my window,
that shield of glass to protect me,
so frail, so much our bodies,
dirtied by the way, by the road
twisting and turning across the Cross
hanging, leering from the wall,
the Corpus tangled in the blood,
cloaked in torn bread flesh folded,
a rag to wipe the darkness away,
the song continues to pray.
And I will adore Him, so close
begging from the luna, with fragile
God hands, and I beg, and swell
from the inside in insatiable poverty;
I wipe the monstrance glass,
with my tattered prayers, to beg,
I'll beg in this way, kneeling.