On Easter Night, Before the Blessed Sacrament

On Easter Night, Before the Blessed Sacrament

In Your round, white festal Garment
I see the figures of a silent Paschal tale:
the morsel of betrayal
the moon bathing garden agony
the Roman pavement stone
the sun ashamed to shine
the napkin over folded eyes
the tombstone flung away
the evening Loaf of travelers
awakened to their Lord.

This is my Emmaus:
Stay with me, Lord,
for the day is far spent.
Come to my table
grant me Your blessing
open this dullard's eyes
for I would see You
in the Bread.

© 2001 by Paul Thigpen