Really There

How much do I believe You're really there,
Christ in Your priest, Your worshippers, Your word?
Why are You here more than You're everywhere?
Your presence in these and the host seems blurred.

You said of bread, "This is My body," true,
You also said of wine, "This is My blood."
Do just intent and words make something You?
What could propel You into such a flood?

For God, You said, nothing's impossible,
all earthly things can change by power above,
You needn’t blink to make a miracle,
You only lend a little of Your love.

Your Eucharist shows just how much You care,
so I choose to believe You're really there.

                 -- by Pete Voelz     8/10