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Mind emptied. 
Tabernacle full. 
Body of Christ. 
I stand before it. 
Mindless motions 
that I 
have performed 
an uncounted 
number of times. 
"Hoc est enim" 
I mutter in 
time honoured fashion. 
  
They line up like soldiers. 
Eyes embraced with 
words I have given them to say. 
  
"Corpus Christi; Corpus Christi; Corpus Christi." 
  
Over and over until the last one has 
returned to his place in the choral filled building. 
  
They see me as the symbol of God. 
Make the sign of the cross. 
Bless them. 
Bless me. 
  
Renew me Jesus. 
remind me