Pressed Presence

God is so near, His face is pressed to mine,
His mind in mine, His heart pressed on my heart,
soul in my soul ‘til I too am divine,
made in His image, not to be apart.

This world He made, He wants me to re-make
in His own image ‘til it looks like Him,
His Kingdom come on earth for His Name’s sake,
here I’m His hands and feet, His life and limb.

His lips meet mine in bloody cup I kiss,
His body hosts my Eucharistic feast,
though I am free, Lord, to reject all this,
I’ll kindly try to pay in kind at least.

I want us, Christ, in life pressed breath to breath,
so we’ll impress each other after death.

                             -- by Pete Voelz       5/7/12