A few poor lines reflecting on Transubstantiation –

On Transubstantiation:

O wonderful, simple bread may be plainly so much more than simply bread to me;

Grapes cut off branches of the Living Vine delight me with sweet distillate Divine.

O wonderful, this feast of bread and wine fulfills our hunger for life eternally

In mysterious Transubstantiation revealed at Elevation within sense sublime.

O wonderful, silently while I kneel my troubled heart can feel the healing Presence Real

Made manifest; it graces sight to see the Saviour’s face may be encased in Holy Eucharist.

O wonderful, from His sacred pain that I and all regain all – as all sin steals away.

All lost with Adam; all fallen with Eve’s fall; all rises; all now death resists.

O wonderful, that by the Agony of dark Gethsemane; and by the Cross at Calvary;

By His Blest Virgin Mother and by St John I too belong though all I’ve done is wrong.

O wonderful, He raises us repeatedly to new life and with joy we sing in harmony,

Amidst the herald hosts, with one voice of praise, the seraphs’ Holy song.

O wonderful, that Truth commands us to speak His same Words in His Holy Name;

And in breaking bread again regains the good of sacrificial blood shed for our gain.

O wonderful, a drop let fall from the pain-full cup he let not pass-by, completely contains

A new age; displaced, death dies in old earth’s remains and anew Heaven reigns.

O wonderful, God’s Son illuminates our world of words in His own words

By which He’s addressed in this Sacrament – though clothed as bread and altar wine;

O wonderful, by these Love-lit signs the Word made Flesh yet may be seen and heard;

And from forth He shines still ever Himself: All God; All Love; forever, All Divine.