Tabernacle
Tabernacle, golden box that houses Christ our Lord.
Within you is The Sacrament, blessed and adored.
You hold the Sacred Mystery by which we all are fed,
Eternal God made Man, now come to us as Bread.
Tabernacle, holy space where patiently God waits.
By grace we can believe though confused by earthly traits.
Within you rests the infinite, though we may never see.
No longer bread but Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity.
Tabernacle, house of gold, that holds our loving Lord.
Infinite in finite space behind your little door.
Incredible the mystery, that God comes to us all,
Eternal majesty in a package humbly small.
Copyright © Stephen Tefft | Year Posted 2019
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