Day Thirty-Six

Day thirty-six into

The quarantine. Faulty

Assumptions I know on

My part. You clearly, You're

Not here Lord. Or would You

Really leave me like this?

Intentionally dry?

Look, He's God, OK. He

Could be equally present

With me as I watch on

My living room TV

As on the altar in

The church, right? I mean He

Could because He's God. Or

Does human thought constrain

Our Lord, hold our Lord hostage,

Point us where He is or

Isn't present? I’ve even

Heard someone say that our

Lord suffers being trampled

Upon. Apparently

Trapped in a crumb of the

Eucharist, He falls to

The floor as a result

Of the Church allowing

The faithful to receive

Him in their hands during

Mass. Really? As if it's

Irreverent to believe

That our Lord is not to

Be consigned by fate to

Reside left in a crumb.

Infinitely intelligent

And omnipresent and

Omniscient – yet to remain

In a crumb? A prisoner

Of a crumb? Afterall,

A crumb is a crumb, not a Crumb.

Likely, unacceptable

Lord. Perhaps of greater

Wonder would be to question

The unintentionally

Displaced Eucharistic

Particle. When does it

Stop being the Body

Of our Lord? I'd speculate

That it would be nearly

Instantaneously.

The Lord who speaks matter

Into existence, dare

I say, would not be held

An inmate to substance

No longer signifying

Graces of the sacrament.

Is it erroneous

For me to believe

Christ on the TV screen,

Because He's Christ, is just

As present here in my

Living room as Christ IS

In the Eucharist on

The altar of our church,

When I'm sitting in the

Pew just ten feet away?

Yet this longing in my

Heart goes unsatisfied.

Gary Edward Geraci