Fifty
(For Maundy Thursday)
- Between betrayal and The Cross he stands
To bless the bread and wine of His own self;
Then breaks and pours and gives with His own hands
The endless nurture of eternal wealth:
What bread of mystery to help them pray; What heavenly wine that sent them all to sleep?
Poor souls, we see Him better in our day
Than they could see when they were His first sheep. - Teach us to know the meaning of Your gifts,
To see beyond their form to what they are;
More than the rite that praises and uplifts
But Your true self, our supernatural fare:
And may we, be Your Sacramental home,
Worthy of Your real presence in our breast;
That, all our evils fought and overcome,
We may within You take our final rest.