On Corpus Christi, before the Blessed Sacrament

A powerful poem by Paul Thigpen

On Corpus Christi, before the Blessed Sacrament

You languish in the darkness like
a criminal imprisoned
a sick man quarantined
an eccentric, babbling uncle, hid away.

Are they so afraid of You?
Are we so ashamed of You?
This is Your pageant day!

Where are Your holy calvacades?
Your solemn ranks of soldiers
with their Captain at their head?
Your festal, fair processions
winding through the curious crowds
who marvel at the sacred spectacle?

In the quiet I hear echoes
from the stones of ancient streets
crying out with praise to shame us
for our silence.
In the blackness I see faces
of a multitude of children
looking down the ages, wondering
to see so plain a feast.

For the glory due Your name,
how long, O Lord,
will You wait?

Pope Benedict XVI leads the Corpus Domini procession in an open van from St. John at the Lateran Basilica to St. Mary Major Basilica to mark the feast of the Body and Blood of Christ, in Rome, Thursday, June 7, 2012. Pope Benedict celebrated the evening Mass at St. John Lateran Basilica then traveled a short distance in a procession to St. Mary Major Basilica. (AP Photo/Riccardo De Luca)

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