Eucharistic Meditations
Twenty
- The glorious day when we shall see Your face
Is but a hint of sun behind a cloud;
The wondrous prospect of Your warm embrace
Is barred by protestations of a crowd:
Yet just the promise in a metaphor
Gives ample strength for what we must endure. - The swirling sands which sweep across our prayer
Are fierce but tiny torments on the way;
The sudden panic of the cold blank stare
Says there is nothing but the empty day:
These we accept as trials worth the price
Of sharing in our glorious sacrifice. - Outside the harbour of Your faithful church
We sail uncertainly beyond relief
But we are nothing if we do not search
For treasure which outshines our own belief:
And with the Spirit's noble, farther view
May we bring home those once estranged from You. - Above all else the Eucharist supplies
Our daily nourishment of love sublime
And with our Saviour's Cross before our eyes
We can extend our hope beyond earth's time:
And as we rise from every small defeat
We feel our final resting place more sweet.