The Eucharist At The Center Poem by Daniel Brick

for Lois and her fidelity

Winter makes people withdraw into
themselves or to consider ways
to escape the ice-covered landscape,
to abandon snow-piles growing ever higher,
and to start over in some California
of the mind where it's perpetually warm.
Don't we need some paradise, perhaps imagined,

where we can sleep out our troubles and travails?
But you know what these people have forgotten,
that we are meant to live through hardships
and travails, to seek supernatural help and
to be an agent of that help. To that end,
you visit every day those home-bound who long
to participate as they once did in church.
This is your Christian mission, this is your service.

You drive a reliable car in reliable streets, and
reliably deliver the Eucharist. By the gift that
you bring you show the heavens more just: safe
within your pix dwells the Creator of All Things
Visible and Invisible. And you place that immensity
in the cupped hands of the eager communicant,
with the simple exchange of "Body of Christ" and
"Amen" to seal the ritual. And a great stillness unfolds.














































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Winter makes people withdraw into
themselves or to consider ways
to escape the ice-covered landscape
and abandon this place were snow-piles
keep rising. They want to start over
in some California of the mind, perhaps
in a zone of perpetual warmth and calm.
Don't we need some paradise-place

to sleep out life's troubles and travails?
But you know better then these dreamers
that God intends us to live through
hardships, to seek supernatural help
in prayer, and offer our neighbors help
in God's cause. To this end, you visit
those home-bound who long to participate
in the Mass and other ceremonies and rituals
once so accessible to them and now so distant.

You drive a reliable car on reliable streets
and reliably deliver the Eucharist to those
who serve by waiting patiently. What a gift
you bring them! Within the tiny case dwells
the Creator of All Things Visible and Invisible,
manifest as our daily spiritual bread, and
and you place this immensity in the cupped hands
of each communicant, with the simple words, BODY OF CHRIST.

Has this miracle become too familiar? Do we take it
for granted? For each communicant the Eucharist
is a special bond, an impossible intimacy with God
achieved as the bread melts into our bodies and
the Spirit of Divinity swells in our souls.
This communion with God is almost invisible and yet
it makes us one with the Source of Everything.
You, Lois, are the divine messenger who makes this
a reality, and make it a blessed moment in ordinary life.









































































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