â€œEUCHARISTâ€ from Wonder in the Wild by Arthur LeClaire
He was old, tired and sweaty.
Pushing his home-made cart down the alley,
Stopping now and then to poke around in someoneâ€™s garbage.
I wanted to tell him about Eucharist,
But the look in his eyes, the despair in his face,
The hopelessness of someone elseâ€™s life in his cart
Told me to forget it!
So I smiled, said, â€œHiâ€ and gave him Eucharist.
She lived alone, her husband dead, her family gone.
And she talked at you, not to you.
Words, endless words, spewed out.
So I listenedâ€”and gave her Eucharist.
Downtown is nice.
Lights change from red to green and back again.
Hashing blues, pinks, and oranges.
I gulped them in and said, â€œThank you, Fatherâ€â€”and made them Eucharist.
I laughed at myself
And told myself: â€œYou, with all your sins, all your selfishness
I forgive you-I accept you-I love you.â€
Itâ€™s nice and necessary too to give yourself Eucharist.
Tired, weary, disgusted, lonely,
Go to your friends, open their door,
Say, â€œLook at meâ€â€”and receive their Eucharist.
When will we learn that we cannot talk Eucharist,
You cannot philosophize itâ€”you do it.
You donâ€™t dogmatize Eucharist.
Sometimes you laugh it,
Sometimes you cry it,
Often you sing it.
Sometimes itâ€™s wild peace, then crying hurt,
Often humiliating, never deserved.
You see Eucharist in anotherâ€™s eyes,
Give it in anotherâ€™s hand held tight.
Squeeze it with an embrace.
You pause Eucharist in the middle of a busy day.
Speak Eucharist with a million things to do and a person who wants to talk.
For Eucharist is as simple as being on time, and as profound as sympathy.
I give you my supper. I give you my sustenance,
I give you my life. I give you me,
I give you EUCHARIST.
The poem was read 6/20/23 by Deacon Patrick at Resurrection Catholic Church,Â Aptos CA
Cameron JacksonÂ Â JAJ48@aol.com