The Eucharist*
The chemistry of this one drop
Contains the elements of all,
When sinless Master lets His Strength
On sinful servants’ tongues to fall.
Within the Fibre of This Flesh,
Life’s scattered proteins merge.
This Flesh is muscle for the soul,
All adipose to purge.
No mouth, however closed with sin,
Resists this virgin Bread,
Save soul and sin identified,
When mouth is closed and dead.
No food then can help them,
Swept off in the damning flood.
But the life of soul find higher life,
In Saviour’s Flesh and Blood.
Alfonso S. Greco
March 3, 1953
*This Poem was written by my Uncle, Alfonso. He died in a car wreck at the age of 25. May his soul, and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.