EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the eighth in a series of nine Eucharistic poems by Br. Dain, leading up to Corpus Christi. We hope they will be an inspiration for your prayer and reflection.
Can coals within a furnace hot
Refuse to brightly glow?
Or cold debris in river tossed
Not with that river flow?
Can stones with in a flowerbed
Not share the rose’s scent?
Or leafy boughs ‘neath early snow
Remain unbrok’n, unbent?
Can water not be turned to ice
Amid the freezing cold?
Or when some danger threatens child
Can father not be bold?
Can ship sail calm across the sea
When rages violent storm?
Or lovers look indifferently
On love that’s deep and warm?
When autumn frost is setting in,
Can leaves remain unturned?
Or thrown into a blazing fire,
Can wood remain unburned.
Could Moses stand before his God
And still leave not a trace?
For each time he before him stood
They covered up his face.
And we, who in the Eucharist
To holy ground here came,
Can we now leave this sacred place
And go back home the same?
Didn´t know you were a poet, Br. Dain!
Brother,
I have enjoyed your poetry. They offer great reflection for me. Thank you.
Kathleen