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I lie here in unknowing Upon a plate of glass. I stare unblinking at the face That hovers through the Mass. I am by nature silent. That is my state in life. I know no better than to stay. I have not ease nor strife. Yet even if I had a mind I’d lie upon that plate In wonderous expectation; Amazement at my fate. For have I not been chosen? I, just lowly bread, Been chosen by the grace of God When angel words be said To change from water, wheat and oil; To transubstantiate. To look at me you’d never guess The awesomeness I wait. And if I did indeed have thought What, but “Thy Will Be Done”; For who in wildest dreams could dare To hope to be God’s Son? No longer just a grain of wheat My old life quickly passes. I die to self completely So God can feed the masses. by Dorothy E. Wimsatt |
© Copyright 2003 by Dorothy E. Wimsatt
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