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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.

Sponsored by: Brian Strand
one of two 1st place winners

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Date: 6/1/2019 5:23:00 PM
A wonderful First Place win for this lovely poem Stephen. Congratulations!
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Stephen Tefft
Date: 6/1/2019 6:49:00 PM
Thank you so much.
Date: 6/1/2019 3:09:00 PM
Congratulations on your impressive win, Stephen. This poem had a really good flow and such meaningful content.
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Stephen Tefft
Date: 6/1/2019 6:51:00 PM
Thank you, Dub Dub...