His sweet essence flowed in me (Carl Winderl)

  God is  

  

on my tongue, at 

Holy Communion the Host 

comes homes to roost, 

  

in a Way 

  

I had but naught 

envisioned; as 

if from the first 

  

the Vision of Him in me 

were mine, alone 

not unlike the melting wafer 

transporting its substance 

along my throat, pulsing 

through my very veins, to dis- 

solve with- 

  

in the core of me, until 

  

His sweet essence 

flowed in me, and I 

  

in turn pronounced His name 

Lord of All, as He 

lay down His sweet head 

  

against my breast 

and I kissed the Man- 

na from Heaven on his soft baby 

face, while He nuzzled me 

  

and I, verily, 

the First of all His miracles, 

  

was on His tongue. 

--Carl Winderl, God is

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