Wine and Bread
The dinner feast was sure fine
Your first miracle, water to wine.
Your disciples saw and were amazed
As on the choicest wine they gazed.
Did they think they’d seen it all
That day at the wedding ball?
But in the end, before you died,
Night before you were crucified,
There was wine to drink from human toil
From grapes that grew from Earth’s soil
And with this wine You showed your love
It became your very Blood.
Like the bread that on the mount you did share
A few loaves fed five thousand there.
At your Last Supper with broken bread,
This is what you indeed said:
“This is my Body true
Given up for love of you.”
So it is the wine and wheat,
Which we drink and which we eat
During the Mass at Transubstantiation
They became a new creation.
No longer just food from plants grown in our sod.
They become the very Body and the Blood of God.
When it was evening, the disciples approached him and said, “This is a deserted place and it is already late; dismiss the crowds so that they can go to the villages and buy food for themselves.” (Jesus) said to them, “There is no need for them to go away; give them some food yourselves.” But they said to him, “Five loaves and two fish are all we have here.” Then he said, “Bring them here to me, “and he ordered the crowds to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish, and looking up to heaven, he said the blessing, broke the loaves, and gave them to the disciples, who in turn gave them to the crowds. They all ate and were satisfied, and they picked up the fragments left over – twelve wicker baskets full. Those who ate were about five thousand men, not counting women and children. Mt 14:15-21
We Need a New Monstrance
This Monstrance is so pretty,
But its designer was not so witty.
The Body of Christ is centered there
For us to come and kneel near.
But where is the wood splintering hard
On which they crucified our God?
He did not die on lovely gilded gold,
On a cross that a catalog sold.
Where is the Blood, the sweat, the dirt
Reminding us how much He hurt.
Can’t we hang Him on wood of a splintery tree
To remind us of Calvary?
Write INRI at the top
And this is still not where I stop.
For the base not gold but mud,
Mingled with sweat and Blood.
If a Monstrance is a Crucifix, as I have been told,
Why ought it be plated with that shining gold?
So he sent two of his disciples, saying to them, ‘Go into the city and you will meet a man carrying a pitcher of water. Follow him,
and say to the owner of the house which he enters, “The Master says: Where is the room for me to eat the Passover with my disciples?”
He will show you a large upper room furnished with couches, all prepared. Make the preparations for us there.’
The disciples set out and went to the city and found everything as he had told them, and prepared the Passover.
Mark 14:13-16
Sacrarium
What a sad sink this must be,
Yet one so honored and holy.
Because when no one else is here to take another holy drink
Jesus’ Blood gets poured down this very sink.
I’m sure it would rather the people drink instead
For they are most in need of the Blood of Christ, who was risen from the dead.
He told us to drink His blood and we’d live forever.
When did He promise this to a sink? I think probably never.
Yet if I could not be a person I’d love to be this sink
Because it’s the only other one who gets His blood to drink
Except the Earth so honored too.
Does the ground appreciate His Precious Blood so true?
And could there be more holy ground
In all the world ever found
Than the ground just here below
Where the pipes send their flow?
For to the Earth it makes its way
Where it will forever stay.
It is indeed quite sad so
To watch His Precious Blood just go.
Because it cannot be difficult, no not so hard
To see we need His Blood more than sink or sod!
Then he took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, ‘This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.’He did the same with the cup after supper, and said, ‘This cup is the new covenant in my blood poured out for you.
Luke 22: 19-20
Blood
Dying baby receives blood
Grateful for ten strangers love
Healthy I grew and came to say
It is finally my turn to give blood away.
I try to donate but they say “NO!”
I can never give blood they tell me so.
So sad was I when I hung up the phone
Just lay down to cry alone.
Then I turned my thoughts to prayer
Knowing that my God would care
For there is blood more precious than mine,
True gift from our Brother Divine.
Now I hand out His holy cup at Mass.
Such an honor to give Blood at last!
Jesus replied to them: In all truth I tell you, if you do not eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you.
Anyone who does eat my flesh and drink my blood has eternal life, and I shall raise that person up on the last day.
For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink.
Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood lives in me and I live in that person.
John 6: 53- 56
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