Trinity’s Banquet

A poem concerning how through faith in the Triune God -made active with a living and true devotion to the Holy Family- the soul can dine at the beatific feast which is reserved for the blessed, here in the now.

At banquet with Host Who art Three,

Resounds chatter loud amongst saints;

Mingled with tune of harp divine,

Which though unheard, through faith’s fair-ear transmit.

And whilst beatific taste sheds time,

Through Holy Family I dine.

O table of Father at Thee I sit,

In prayerful trust and peaceful rest;

With chair my faith that Joseph had,

On which I with patience wait.

O hidden most Truth, my knowing sees,

Because Thy dining lamp is lit.

O flesh of Lamb sublime of which I eat,

In only glutt’ny ordained by sacred writ;

On plate of hope Thy meat I store,

With blood my wine of which I drink.

O Beauty fleshed, my memory’s full,

Because this feast recalls Thy wheat.

O waiter of Spirit through Thee I taste,

        In measure to desire’s heat;

        For Mary’s love for man and God,

        Are my orders placed Thou dost take.

O blazing Goodness, my glad will starves,

Because me Thou dost feed with haste.

At table of Father I sit,

Feasting on meat of Word the Son;

Whilst Spirit Holy waits on me,

Ready to pour out from bottle ‘bove waist.

So “come my friend”, say I to He,

As goblet mine tops up for free.

20-21st April, 2015.