Sue O’Donnell. 09.08.20
God’s grain
Will remain.
Grown ripened,
Corn cut,
Harvested, stored.
Bread, nourishment,
For us
To be
Well fed.
Ripened grain,
Golden gift.
Jesus does
Lift heart
And mind
Upwards, heavenwards.
How miraculous!
He will
Feed us
On Himself.
Grain now
Transubstantiated miraculously,
Into His
Holy body.
Food, lovingly
Abundantly given,
Stored here
Not now
Apart, in
A granary.
But firstly
For us
Jesus’ family,
Fed sacramentally
From the
Golden tabernacle.
Wafers within
Await consecration,
Being changed
Spiritually, amazingly,
Into Jesus’
Holy body.
A marvel,
A miracle,
Seed sown,
Grown, harvested,
Does yield
To us
When blessed,
The Saviour,
Our Brother,
Christ Jesus.
His holiness
Is gifted,
Made ours.
Our strength,
Our faith,
Our story,
For everyday.
Jesus, here,
Near, no
More fear.
God is
With us,
In Jesus,
By His
Holy Spirit,
Able to
Take, make
A wafer
Of bread
Held up
For blessing,
A means
Of addressing
By Jesus,
Making us
His alone,
Journeying home
To heaven.
We meet,
Greet adoringly,
Worship respectfully,
And eat.
We are fed,
Holy bread,
Most miraculously.
Father Creator, in the Lord Jesus, by the Spirit of holiness“You crown the year with Your goodness, and Your paths drip with abundance...The valleys also are covered with grain,” and thanking You, praising You, we rejoice to receive Your beloved Son under the form of Holy Bread. We are being fed on perfect love.
Amen. (Psalm 65 v 11, 13)