Mind emptied. <br />Tabernacle full. <br />Body of Christ. <br />I stand before it. <br />Mindless motions <br />that I <br />have performed <br />an uncounted <br />number of times. <br />'Hoc est enim' <br />I mutter in <br />time honoured fashion. <br /> <br />They line up like soldiers. <br />Eyes embraced with <br />words I have given them to say. <br /> <br />'Corpus Christi; Corpus Christi; Corpus Christi.' <br /> <br />Over and over until the last one has <br />returned to his place in the choral filled building. <br /> <br />They see me as the symbol of God. <br />Make the sign of the cross. <br />Bless them. <br />Bless me. <br /> <br />Renew me Jesus. <br />remind me<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-corpus-christi-mindset/
